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VPON THAT HONORABLE AND worthie Gent. M. Patrik Cheyn of Rainstone. |
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VPON THAT HONORABLE AND worthie Gent. M. Patrik Cheyn of Rainstone.
What both thy worth, & what thou was to wriet,
What hapines; and honour here thou had:
What prouidence, and prudencie of spreit,
And what a life, beloued thouhes led;
Needs not be pens, of Poets be exprest,
That of it selfe, is so made manifest.
What hapines; and honour here thou had:
What prouidence, and prudencie of spreit,
And what a life, beloued thouhes led;
Needs not be pens, of Poets be exprest,
That of it selfe, is so made manifest.
Thy loue to freinds, and to thy countrie weel,
Who could not know, thy constancie, and Cair,
Vnto this Citie, syne and Common-weell,
Of all an most, affected euermair,
Deseruing weell, of both, thou was I wait:
Since for thy graue, their greife is now so great,
Who could not know, thy constancie, and Cair,
Vnto this Citie, syne and Common-weell,
Of all an most, affected euermair,
Deseruing weell, of both, thou was I wait:
Since for thy graue, their greife is now so great,
An Ieme, an Iewell, and a chosen Cheyne,
A Cheane, both be, thy Nature, and thy Name:
Vnto this Burgh, thou euermair hes beene,
But death, alace, soone sundered the same;
And from all common cummers hes conuoi'd,
Thee thee to heauen in whom we iustly ioi'd
A Cheane, both be, thy Nature, and thy Name:
Vnto this Burgh, thou euermair hes beene,
But death, alace, soone sundered the same;
And from all common cummers hes conuoi'd,
Thee thee to heauen in whom we iustly ioi'd
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