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. XIII.
No more be Fates call'd Black, sith through them HeHas gotten his white cope, and liberty
From all that Dungeon-darkness which w'are in
Whiles hudled up within these Clouds of sin.
The Thread of's Life regain'd he now doth see
Stretcht through the Ones of all Eternitie.
Thus Atrop juggleth still with Pious Men,
And cuts their THREAD to make it whole agen.
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