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. II.
Be not my Lines Poetick: let them Faign,That carry sorrow not in Heart, but Brain.
My waters of Affliction or'eflow
The Banks of Helicon: I cannot show
My solid grief in Verse; no Muses wing
Can bear the weight of my soul-suffering.
Sad groans and sighs are here articulate;
These, only these can signifie such Fate:
For, when the Sisters Three so throw their Darts,
They fill each corner of our trembling Hearts
With helpless anguish, that there be no room
To hatch such words as may set forth our Doom.
What then, what shall we do? Grief streitly pent
Swells up the bigger: Pufft Hearts break, or vent.
Shall Fates, like Cutters, which mens Fortunes drain,
Thus stop our mouths, that we should not complain?
Ah! though our Tongues be ty'd, yet shall our Eyes
Drop down Expression of our Miseries.
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