Love's Dialect or; Poeticall Varieties; Digested Into a Miscelanie of various fancies. Composed by Tho. Iordan |
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An Elegie on Mr. Iohn Raven, Gent.
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An Elegie on Mr. Iohn Raven, Gent.
No sooner did sad Rumour wound my earesWith thy decease, but Myriads of teares
Sprung in my fluent eyes, I sigh'd, Oh me
Is Raven dead, why could the fatall THREE
Not give some dispensation for a man
Deserv'd the yeares of Nestor; I began
Much to invoke the destinies, but they
Gave me no answer, sure they doe obey
Some greater power, whose immense soveraignty
Admits no Inquisition How or Why;
(The curse of frailty) we but see to chuse,
Chuse to enjoy, ere we enjoy we lose:
So is thy life to us, what if thou be
Enthron'd a Monarch for thy piety,
Our losse is still the same, we lose our prize,
Because we cannot see thee with these eyes,
We doe not doubt thy welfare (dearest friend)
But doe beleeve thy meritorious end
Hath won eternity, and yet indeed
We cannot chuse but grieve, teares will exceed
Though they allow no cause, for if thou be
So truly happy as divinitie
Declares the blessed transmigration, then
Twere sinfull griefe to wish thee here agen:
Thy death is my instruction, and thy blisse
The subject of my contemplation is.
Heaven inspire thy merit into me,
And I shall dye, to deserve life with thee.
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