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The Authors charge to his Satyres.
Ye
luck-lesse Rymes, whom not vnkindly spighte
Begot long since of Truth and holy rage,
Lye here in wombe of Silence and still night
Vntill the broyles of next vnquiet age
That which is others graue, shalbe your wombe.
And that which beares you, your eternall Toombe.
Begot long since of Truth and holy rage,
Lye here in wombe of Silence and still night
Vntill the broyles of next vnquiet age
That which is others graue, shalbe your wombe.
And that which beares you, your eternall Toombe.
Cease ere ye gin, and ere ye liue be dead,
And dye and liue ere euer ye be borne,
And be not bore, ere ye be Buryed,
Then after liue, sith you haue dy'd beforne,
When I am dead and rotten in the dust,
Then gin to liue, and leaue when others lust.
And dye and liue ere euer ye be borne,
And be not bore, ere ye be Buryed,
Then after liue, sith you haue dy'd beforne,
When I am dead and rotten in the dust,
Then gin to liue, and leaue when others lust.
For when I dye shall Enuie die with mee
And lye deepe smothered with my Marble-stone,
Which while I liue cannot be done to dye,
Nor, if your life gin ere my life be done,
Will hardly yelde t'awayt my mourning hearse.
But for my dead corps change my liuing verse.
And lye deepe smothered with my Marble-stone,
Which while I liue cannot be done to dye,
Will hardly yelde t'awayt my mourning hearse.
But for my dead corps change my liuing verse.
VVhat shall the ashes of my senselesse vrne,
Neede to regard the rauing worlde aboue.
Sith afterwards I neuer can returne
To feele the force of Hatred or of Loue?
Oh if my soule could see their Post-hume spight
Should it not ioy and Triumph in the sight?
Neede to regard the rauing worlde aboue.
Sith afterwards I neuer can returne
To feele the force of Hatred or of Loue?
Oh if my soule could see their Post-hume spight
Should it not ioy and Triumph in the sight?
What euer eye shalt finde this hatefull scrolle,
After the date of my deare Exequies
Ah pitty thou my playning Orphanes dole
That faine would see the Sunne before it dyes,
It dy'de before, now let it liue agane,
Then let it dye, and bide some famus bane.
After the date of my deare Exequies
Ah pitty thou my playning Orphanes dole
That faine would see the Sunne before it dyes,
It dy'de before, now let it liue agane,
Then let it dye, and bide some famus bane.
Satis est potuisse videri.
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