Phyala Lachrymarum: Or A Few Friendly Teares, shed over the dead Body of Mr Nathaniel Weld Mr of Arts of Emanuel Colledge in Cambridge who in the short journey of his life, died betweene the five and sixe and twentieth yeare of his youth, 1633. Together with sundry choyce Meditations of Mortalitie [by William Lathum] |
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Prosopopeia Corporis Animæ valedicturi: Adios a rivederci.
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Prosopopeia Corporis Animæ valedicturi: Adios a rivederci.
My lovely frend, that long hast been content
To dwell with mee in my poore Tenement,
Whose bulke and all the stuffe, both warp and woofe,
Is all of clay, the floor and the roofe:
Though yet thou ne're foundst fault; ne didst upbraid
This homely hermitage, so meanly made;
O mine owne darling, my deere daintie one,
And wilt thou now indeed from mee be gone?
Ah, for thou seest all running to decay
The thatchie covering's now nigh falne away:
The windows, which give light to every roome,
Broken, and dimme, and mistie beene become.
The Mill-house, and selfe Miller's out of frame,
My Kitchin smoakes, my Larder is too blame,
And from the Studds each where the Lome doth shrink,
And the breeme cold blowes in at every chinke.
The brases and supporters of my house
Tremble, and waxen wondrous ruinous.
To dwell with mee in my poore Tenement,
Whose bulke and all the stuffe, both warp and woofe,
Is all of clay, the floor and the roofe:
Though yet thou ne're foundst fault; ne didst upbraid
This homely hermitage, so meanly made;
O mine owne darling, my deere daintie one,
And wilt thou now indeed from mee be gone?
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The thatchie covering's now nigh falne away:
The windows, which give light to every roome,
Broken, and dimme, and mistie beene become.
The Mill-house, and selfe Miller's out of frame,
My Kitchin smoakes, my Larder is too blame,
And from the Studds each where the Lome doth shrink,
And the breeme cold blowes in at every chinke.
The brases and supporters of my house
Tremble, and waxen wondrous ruinous.
So that all bee it grieve mee to the heart,
To thinke that thou and I (old frends) must part;
Yet, sith my Cabban's all out of repaire,
(Darling) farewell, goe sojourne now else where,
In some cleane place, untill that premier Main
That built mee first, rebuild mee up againe,
All of the selfe same stuffe, but with such art,
So polisht, and imbellisht every part,
That it shall ne're be out of Kilture more:
Then shalt thou come againe, as heretofore,
And dwell with mee for ever and for aye:
(So God us both to blesse untill that happie day.)
To thinke that thou and I (old frends) must part;
Yet, sith my Cabban's all out of repaire,
(Darling) farewell, goe sojourne now else where,
In some cleane place, untill that premier Main
That built mee first, rebuild mee up againe,
All of the selfe same stuffe, but with such art,
So polisht, and imbellisht every part,
That it shall ne're be out of Kilture more:
Then shalt thou come againe, as heretofore,
And dwell with mee for ever and for aye:
(So God us both to blesse untill that happie day.)
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