 | The Tragicall Death of Sophonisba
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Sonet on the death of his cousin, Adam Murray.
I know not whether discontent or loue,
(Deere friend) hath bred this thy abortiue death:
Or if that both vnited shew'd their wrath,
To make thee this thy fatal last to proue,
But bee the motion what it list, did moue,
This thy vnlook'd for sad vntimely fal,
Yet with the losse of breath thou losd not al,
Thy better part still liues the heauens aboue,
And here thy pen immortaliz'd thy name,
From time, obliuion, enuy, and the graue,
That to corruption now thy bones receiue,
But can no way deface thy glorious fame,
Which stil must sore on wings of endlesse praise,
While yeers haue months, months weekes, and weekes haue daies.
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