Regale Lectum Miseriae: or, a Kingly bed of Miserie In which is contained, a dreame: with An Elegie upon the Martyrdome of Charls, late King of England, of blessed Memory: and Another upon the Right Honourable The Lord Capel. With A curse against the Enemies of Peace, and the Authors Farewell to England. By John Quarles |
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Reader; the sound of death hath made me start
Out of my slumbers, and my wakned heart
Trembles within me; Oh what shall we doe?
Oh may I never dreame, to dreame thus true;
But since 'tis so, (kind Reader) let thy eye
Survay the pathes of his sad Elegie,
Lavish not out your teares too fast, but keep
A strong reserve, your eyes must bleed, or weep.
Till then adue, and when I meet thee there,
Reader, assure thy self, I'le spend a teare.
Out of my slumbers, and my wakned heart
Trembles within me; Oh what shall we doe?
Oh may I never dreame, to dreame thus true;
But since 'tis so, (kind Reader) let thy eye
Survay the pathes of his sad Elegie,
Lavish not out your teares too fast, but keep
A strong reserve, your eyes must bleed, or weep.
Till then adue, and when I meet thee there,
Reader, assure thy self, I'le spend a teare.
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