Raglands Niobe Or Elizas Elegie: Addressed to the unexpiring memory of the most noble Lady, Elizabeth Herbert, wife to the truly honourable, Edward Somerset Lord Herbert, &c. By RI. Brathwait |
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Epitaph.
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Epitaph.
Pure Shrine! to wc that treasure is confin'd,Till it be re-united to her mind,
Where ev'ry graine rose to so high a rate,
It past th'inferiour Orbe to estimate.
Nor had we lost the richesse of this Mine,
Had it not been too precious for the time.
Nor by injoyment of it so long blest,
But for His Sake by whom it was possest.
Who, as his vertues style him man of men,
Onely deserv'd to weare so rich a gem:
For whose content Heav'ns might have pleas'd to spare
And crown'd the joyes of such a peerelesse Paire.
But Stars shine clearest in their proper Spheere,
So shee more glorious than shee showed here.
ô were Earth numerous in such a birth,
It might be justly stiled Heav'n on Earth!
Gentis Honor, Virtvtis Amor, Spectabilis Uxor, Condita Svnt Tvmvlo, Non Moritvra, Tvo.
Finis.
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