Poems &c. By James Shirley | ||
Vpon the death of Sr. Th. Nevill.
Swelling Eyes forbear to weep,Can the marble that doth keep
So rich a Nevill, not appear
Full of cold drops without your tear?
Or the Earth beneath his Tombe
Not feel a labour in her wombe,
When with her profaner dust
His ashes mingle? Sure it must
Break with burden of new pain,
And from her root he grow again.
Poems &c. By James Shirley | ||