Poesis Rediviva or, Poesie Reviv'd. By John Collop |
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On the death of Mistris E. Kinesm, whom age
had transform'd to a Sceleton.
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On the death of Mistris E. Kinesm, whom age had transform'd to a Sceleton.
I wonder not thou'rt dead, but how could'st live:Or to a Sceleton why they buriall give.
Sure Pelican like to your own children food,
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Or age refin'd thee, 'cause the way was strait,
And took thy flesh, to fit thee for Heav'n gate.
Or twindled to a Child, 'cause none must venter,
But who's child-like, the heavenly Palace enter.
They live long, who live well: what meets in you
To live both long and well, is rarely true.
A parent not in empty name, but care:
Indeed a widow, yet no widow were,
Your-husband in your love to him surviv'd;
Whose heart, flesh, life, was his, was he short liv'd?
Who would your praises fully but indite,
Doth need an Age, long as you liv'd, to write.
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