Fons Lachrymarum or a fountain of tears: From whence doth flow Englands Complaint, Jeremiahs Lamentations paraphras'd with Divine Meditations and an elegy Upon that Son of Valor Sir Charles Lucas. Written by John Quarles |
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Come gentle eyes and take a view,
Here rests a Jewel was as true
As Truth it self; see how he lies
Renown'd, and crown'd, a Sacrifice.
Lay your hands upon your hearts,
Each eye must weep before it parts.
Sigh, and sob; let each sigh call
Here rests a Jewel was as true
As Truth it self; see how he lies
Renown'd, and crown'd, a Sacrifice.
Lay your hands upon your hearts,
Each eye must weep before it parts.
Sigh, and sob; let each sigh call
Love to attend his Funeral.
Understand that this was he
Conquer'd Death, and Tyrannie:
And when your eyes begin to run,
Say ye'ave gaz'd upon a Sun.
Understand that this was he
Conquer'd Death, and Tyrannie:
And when your eyes begin to run,
Say ye'ave gaz'd upon a Sun.
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