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And now by this, the mournfull Trumpe of Fame
(Growne hoarse with very sorrow) did proclaime
And spred her dolefull tidings, whilst all eares
And eyes were fill'd with death, and sliding teares;
Pitty and Sorrow, mixt with Admiration,
Became the threefold subiect of all passion;
Griefe went her progresse through all hearts; and none
From the poore Cottage, to the princely Throne,
Could own a thoght, whose best aduice could borrow
The smallest respite from th'extreames of sorrow.
(Growne hoarse with very sorrow) did proclaime
And spred her dolefull tidings, whilst all eares
And eyes were fill'd with death, and sliding teares;
Pitty and Sorrow, mixt with Admiration,
Became the threefold subiect of all passion;
Griefe went her progresse through all hearts; and none
From the poore Cottage, to the princely Throne,
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The smallest respite from th'extreames of sorrow.
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