 | The Poetical Works of William Drummond of Hawthornden
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[lxvii]
Niobe.
Wretched
Niobè I am,
Let Wretches reade my Case,
Not such who with a Teare ne're wet their Face;
Seuen Daughters of mee came,
And Sonnes as many, which one fatall Day
(Orb'd Mother!) tooke away:
Thus reft by Heauens vnjust,
Griefe turn'd mee Stone, Stone too mee doth entombe,
Which if thou dost mistrust,
Of this hard Rocke but ope the flintie Wombe,
And heere thou shalt finde Marble, and no Dust.
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