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AN ELEGIE.

Hence, hence fond mirth, hence vaine deluding joyes,
Glee and alacritie, you be but toyes,
Goe gilded elves, love idle braine possesse
With fickle fancies, thick and numberlesse,
Sorrow the subject of my song shall be.
My harpe shll chant my hearts anxietie,
Pompilius the great, (who did appeare
Arts Zodiack, valours Zenith, vertus Spheare)
And sweet Capricia, (which all hearts did move,
In whom fresh beauty, charity, and love
Did claime a being) these ore all lands admir'd
That Sols bright circle warmes, are both expir'd,
Thus the Didimies or twins did, whom fate
To one another did conglutinate,
Nature at one time both did animate,
Both lives at one time did evaporate.
Bright Car of Day, which dost ditunally
Flame in the forehead of the azure skie,

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Blush to behold this sad, and helplesse hap,
And hide thy head in Thetis eazy lap,
Let thy coruscant thy translucent light
Not make a difference twixt this day and night,
Let this black day be from all annalls cut
Nor in the reckoning of the yeare be put,
Let gloomy shades upon it ever passe
For to delucitate how fatall 'twas.
Rapacious Skeleton, leave death (that cares not
For wit or beauty) monster fell, (that spares not
Honours) can nothing thy nice pallate please,
(Grim sir) but such Ambrosian cates as these,
So delicate a dish may pamper thee
But make ten thousand pine, and pensive be,
Yet since thou hast caught this choyce Ambrosia
(Sweeter then Joves) we will weepe teares which may
Be Nectar too, our losse shall satiate thee,
And with our sad teares mayst thou drunken be.
Your envious fates (that holds the vitall sheares
And set upon the nine infolded Spheares
Whirling the Adamantine spindle round
On which the brittle lives of men are wound,)
Since this blest paire are fallen, let them have
An earthquake (at the least) to ope their grave.