An alphabet of Elegiack Groans upon The truly lamented Death of that Rare Exemplar of Youthful Piety, John Fortescue ... By E. E. [i.e. Edmund Elys] |
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ELEG. XI.
Lo, how our Grief rebounds, it rages worseWhen we endeavour to restrain its force.
The Flood gates of our Eyes set ope, the spout
Of Tears stopt in, will gush the faster out.
Come; sith necessity will have it so,
Let what gave th'cause, give end unto our wo;
And let's be plung'd in sadnesse till we find
That w have or'ethrown its resting place our Mind:
Yea so let this distract our Thoughts, that they
Ner e find contentment in these Vaults of Clay.
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