Men-Miracles With other Poemes. By M. LL. St [i.e.Martin Lluelyn] |
Epitaph on—borne tenne Weekes before his Time, died at three Quarters.
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Epitaph on—borne tenne Weekes before his Time, died at three Quarters.
Greiv'd at the World and Crimes, this early BloomeLook'd round, and sigh'd, and stole into his Tombe,
His fall was like his Birth, too quicke, this Rose
Made hast to spread, and the same Hast to close.
Here lyes his Dust, but his best Tombe's fled hence,
For Marble cannot last like Innocence.
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