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Eleg. 16.
Qvicke change of torments! equall to those crimes,
Which past unthought-of, in my prosp'rous times
From hence proceed my griefes, (ah me) from hence
My Spring-tyde sorrowes have their influence;
For these, my soule dissolves, my eyes lament,
Spending those teares, whose store wil ne're be spēt;
For these, my fainting spirits droope, and melt
In anguish, such as never Mortall felt;
Within the selfe-same flames, I freeze, and frie,
I roare for helpe, and yet no helpe is nigh;
My sons are lost, whose fortunes would relieve me,
And onely such triumph, that hourely grieve me.
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