An alphabet of Elegiack Groans upon The truly lamented Death of that Rare Exemplar of Youthful Piety, John Fortescue ... By E. E. [i.e. Edmund Elys] |
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ELEG. XXI.
We on this subject can't be dry,Whiles Helicon flows in our Eye
Our heart's the pumpe of sorrow: so
It's full still of successive woe,
That, when it is exhaust by th'Pen,
There springs up new, to fill't agen.
Our lighter Thoughts may make us weep;
Some in our souls are sunk So deep,
That they can't be fetcht up by Art,
Unless the Tripod of our Heart
Should be made visible, from whence
Phæbus might spend his Eloquence.
But now, alas, sith that we finde
No Embleme to set forth our Minde,
How shall we shew our griefs, which are
Too weighty to be born i'th' Aire,
Or eke transported by a Quill
To publike view? Go too: we will
Add this grief more unto the rest,
That our vast Griefs can't be exprest.
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