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ON A TWIN AT TWO YEARES OLD,
DEAD OF A CONSUMPTION.
Death! thou such a one hast smit,
Any stone can couer it;
'Twas an enuye more then sin,
If he had not been a Twin,
To haue kill'd him, when his herse
Hardly could contayne a verse.
Two faire Sisters, sweet and yong,
Minded as a prophets tongue,
Thou hadst kill'd, & since with thee
Goodnes had noe Amitie:
Nor could teares of Parents saue,
So much sweetnes from ye Graue;
Sicknes seem'd so small to fit him,
That thou shouldst not see to hit him;
And thou canst not truely saye,
If he be dead or flowne awaye.
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