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Elegie. On the Death of Master R. B. Student of Ch. Ch.
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Elegie. On the Death of Master R. B. Student of Ch. Ch.
Couldst thou boast onely yeares, and 'stead of Arts,Didst count thy Age, and call Threescore good parts,
Yet we could mourne thee, as plaines sadly broke,
The Aged ruines of some Reverend Oake.
But Age requir'd least reverence in you,
And your white yeares had Antient virtues too.
Let not thy learned Ghost imagine we
Receive amends from thy large Legacy.
No more then if our Droppe should poise our streame,
And we loose Sun that we might take a Beame.
You give us Bookes, but not your braines quicke light,
You leave faire Objects, but you leave no sight:
O lend these Beauties eyes, and since that you
Authours bequeath, bequeath your Judgement too.
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