The Shorter Poems of Ralph Knevet A Critical Edition by Amy M. Charles |
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Epicedium.
Needes Shee another Monument of stone,
Who had so many better than this one:
All which were Noble Hearts, whom her decease,
Transmuted into marble Niobes:
Each tombe was arch'd about with weeping eyes,
Whom sorrowes blasts, did likewise cristalize:
True Piety, Vertue, Love, and honourd Blood,
On both sides, as Corinthian columnes stood:
Three Children Angels were, which did disperse
Youth, Beauty, Wealth, like flowers on each herse:
A foliage of humane fraile estate,
The basement of the worke did variate:
But Glory like a Pyramid above,
The Fabricke crown'd, and reach'd the Court of Jove.
Who had so many better than this one:
All which were Noble Hearts, whom her decease,
Transmuted into marble Niobes:
Each tombe was arch'd about with weeping eyes,
Whom sorrowes blasts, did likewise cristalize:
True Piety, Vertue, Love, and honourd Blood,
On both sides, as Corinthian columnes stood:
Three Children Angels were, which did disperse
Youth, Beauty, Wealth, like flowers on each herse:
A foliage of humane fraile estate,
The basement of the worke did variate:
But Glory like a Pyramid above,
The Fabricke crown'd, and reach'd the Court of Jove.
Though these, renowned Mausoleums were,
Yet her sad Consort rear'd this structure here,
That future Ages might from it collect,
Her matchlesse merit, and his true respect.
Yet her sad Consort rear'd this structure here,
That future Ages might from it collect,
Her matchlesse merit, and his true respect.
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The Shorter Poems of Ralph Knevet | ||