Virtus Rediviva Or a Panegyricke On the late King Charls the I. Second Monarch of Great Britain. By Tho. Forde |
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On the death of M. A. S.
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On the death of M. A. S.
Fain would I pay my tribute to thy Herse,
And sigh thy death, in never dying verse.
But I in vain invoke my Muse, for she
(Alas!) is dead with him for company.
Like to those Indian wives who count the thred
Of their life ended when their Mate is dead.
When souls thus linck'd divorce, one cannot part,
Without the breaking of the others heart.
To vent my sorrowes yeelds me no relief,
He grieves but little that can tell his grief.
Let others less concern'd this truth approve,
And strive to shew their Wit, more than their Love
My grief confutes the Laws of Numbers, I
Whilst others Write, will Weep thine Elegie.
Each line my tears a Colons charge defray,
Verses have Periods, but no Period they.
And sigh thy death, in never dying verse.
But I in vain invoke my Muse, for she
(Alas!) is dead with him for company.
Like to those Indian wives who count the thred
Of their life ended when their Mate is dead.
When souls thus linck'd divorce, one cannot part,
Without the breaking of the others heart.
To vent my sorrowes yeelds me no relief,
He grieves but little that can tell his grief.
Let others less concern'd this truth approve,
And strive to shew their Wit, more than their Love
My grief confutes the Laws of Numbers, I
Whilst others Write, will Weep thine Elegie.
Each line my tears a Colons charge defray,
Verses have Periods, but no Period they.
Reader since He my better half is gone,
My heart is but his Monumentall Stone,
On which this Epitaph inscrib'd shall be:
I di'd in him, and yet he lives in me.
My heart is but his Monumentall Stone,
On which this Epitaph inscrib'd shall be:
I di'd in him, and yet he lives in me.
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