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An Elegie on Master Pym. |
Works of John Taylor the Water Poet not included in the folio volume of 1630 | ||
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An Elegie on Master Pym.
No immature or sullen FateDid his immortall soul translate,
He passed gravely hence even
Kept the old pace, from earth to heaven;
He had a soule did alwaies stand
Open for businesse, like his hand,
He took in so much, I could call
Him more then individuall,
And so much businesse waited by,
Would scarcely giue him leaue to dye;
He knew the bounds, and every thing
Betwixt the people and the King;
He could the just Proportions draw
Betwixt Prerogative and Law;
He liv'd a Patriot here so late,
He knew each syllable of State
That had our Charters all been gone,
In him we had them every one;
He durst be good, and at that time
When innocence was halfe a crime;
He had seen death before he went,
Once had it as a token sent:
He surfeted on State affaires,
Di'd on a Plurisie of cares,
Nor doth he now his mourners lacke,
We have few soules but go in blacke,
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A solemne Meditation.
Teares are too narrow drops for him,
And private sighes, too strait for Pym;
None can compleatly Pym lament,
But something like a Parliament,
The publike sorrow of a State,
Is but a griefe commensurate,
We must enacted passions have,
And Lawes for weeping at his grave.
Works of John Taylor the Water Poet not included in the folio volume of 1630 | ||