Elegies offer'd up to the memory of William Glover Esquire, late of Shalston, in Bukinghamshire. By Thomas Philipot |
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Elegie 6.
All other mourners can some method keepe,(Wherin their griefe's digested) when they weepe
They can seduc'd credulity assaile,
By masquing sorrow with the Christall veile
Of their adult'rate teares, their soules can weare
A griefe array'd with blacke, like that they beare
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Onely untill the Obsequies be done:
But for my Glovers sad departure, I
Will plucke the sluces up in either eye,
And from those storehouses of griefe, discharge
Such floods of teares, they shall themselves inlarge
Into an Inundation, and make
With their collected streames, a briny lake,
Which being diffus'd into a Rill, shall keepe
A constant correspondence with the Deepe,
So that some Syren, stragling from the Maine,
Shall to the Confines of this Lake attaine,
And hearing how with my laments the Day,
Forgot and undistinguish'd melts away.
Shee shall some sad and solemne Dirge devise,
To warble forth at Glovers Obsequies:
And raise her Elegiacke notes so high,
She shall her selfe with reall sorrow dye.
But least she should remaine forgotten there,
Wholly devested of a Sepulcher,
And want some stable Trophy to dilate,
And amplifie the memory of her fate
To after Times, the North-wind shall dispence,
Such keene and gelid blasts, they shall condence
This Lake into a Christall heape, whereon
Shall be divulg'd this sad Inscription.
Heere lyes a Syren who exhal'd her breath,
In too profusely mourning Glovers Death,
And whilst in tunefull ayres, she straind her tongue,
To chaunt his Dirge she her owne Requiem sung.
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