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A tropohion Delion, or, The death of Delia

With the Teares of her Funerall. A Phoeticall Excusiue Discourse of our late Eliza: T. N. G. [i.e. Thomas Newton]
Newton, Thomas
 
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To the right Honorable my Lady Anne Stanley, Lady Strange.
 
To the right Honorable my Lady Francis.
 
To the right Honorable, my Lady Elizabeth.
 
A POETICALL EXCUSIUE Discourse of our late ELIZA.
 
In laude Authoris.

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To the right Honorable my Lady Francis.

F.Ainting with sorrow this my youngling Muse,
R.Equires as much of you for Delias death:
A. Teare is small: eyes, that are sorrowes fluce,
N.Euer drops one, for one so deare on earth,
C.Ould all your teares at once be dry distill'd,
I. Know you would not leaue one drop vnshead,
S.O deare you lou'd your Delia, wrapt in lead.
T. N.
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