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Master Aschams lamentation for the death of master Ihon Whitney.
Myne owne Ihon Whitney, now farewell,now Death doeth part vs twaine:
No Death, but partyng for a while,
whom life shall ioyne againe.
Therefore my harte cease sighes and sobbes
cease sorrowes seede to sowe:
Whereof no gaine, but greater greef,
and hurtfull care maie growe.
Yet when I thinke vpon suche guiftes,
of grace as God hym lent:
My losse, his gaine, I must awhile,
with ioyfull teares lament.
Yong yeres to yeeld suche fruite in Courte,
where seede of vice is sowne:
Is sometyme redde, in some place seen,
amongst vs seldome knowne.
His life he lead, Christs lore to learne,
with will to woorke the same:
He read to knowe, and knewe to liue,
and liude to praise his name.
So fast to frende, so foe to fewe,
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I maie well wishe, but scarsly hope,
againe to haue in sight.
The greater ioye his life to me,
his death the greater paine:
His life in Christ so surely set,
doeth glad my harte againe.
His life so good, his death better,
doe mingle mirthe with care:
My spirite with ioye, my fleshe with greef,
so deare a frende to spare.
Thus God the good, while thei be good,
doeth take: and leaues vs ill:
That we should mende our synfull liues,
in life to tarry still.
Thus we well left, be better reft,
in heauen to take his place,
That by like life and death, at last,
we maie obtaine like grace.
Myne owne Ihon Whitney againe farewell,
a while thus parte in twaine:
Whom pain doeth part in yearth, in heauen
greate ioye shall ioyne againe.
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