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[Nor is it griev'd (grave Youth) the memorie]

Nor is it griev'd (grave Youth) the memorie
Of such a Story, such a Book as he,
That such a Copy through the world were read,
Henry yet lives, though he be buryed
I could be wisht that every day could beare
Him our good witnesse that he still were here;
That sorrow rul'd the yeare; and by that sun
(Such Man) could tell you how the day had run.
O 'twere an honest cause for him, could say,
I have been busie, and wept out the day
Remembring him; an Epitaph would last,
Were such a Trophee, such a Banner plac't
Upon his Herse as this, Here a man lyes
Was slain by Henry's dart, not Destinies.
But for a Cobler to throw up his Cap,
And cry, The Prince, the Prince: O dire mishap!
Or a Geneva-Bridegroom after grace
To throw his Spouse i'th fire, or scratch her face:
To the tune o'th' Lamentation, and delay
His Friday Capon till the Sabbath-day:
Or an old Popish Lady half vow'd dead,
To fast away the day with Ginger-bread:
For him to write such Annalls: All these things
Doe open laughter, and shut up griefs springs.
Wherefore Vertumnus, if you Print the next,
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