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A tropohion Delion, or, The death of Delia

With the Teares of her Funerall. A Phoeticall Excusiue Discourse of our late Eliza: T. N. G. [i.e. Thomas Newton]
Newton, Thomas
 
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To the right Honorable my Lady Anne Stanley, Lady Strange.
 
To the right Honorable my Lady Francis.
 
To the right Honorable, my Lady Elizabeth.
 
A POETICALL EXCUSIUE Discourse of our late ELIZA.
 
In laude Authoris.

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To the right Honorable my Lady Anne Stanley, Lady Strange.

A Siluer shower from your rich orient eyes,
N.Akte trickling downe those Alpes where Beautie keepeth,
Would more adorne the Tombe where Delia lies:
Since that a Virgin for a Virgin weepeth.
Good Lady from your Heart one thought I craue,
To thinke how poore your Delia lyes in Graue:
And if to weepe a teare, that will not mooue ye,
Infortunate was she, so deare to loue ye:
But I dare sweare your eyes haue wept so many,
That you are not a teare behinde with any.
T. N.
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