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Vpon the death of Sr. Th. Nevill.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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.