The springs glorie vindicating love by temperance against the tenent, Sine Cerere & Baccho friget Venus. Moralized in a Maske. With other Poems, Epigrams, Elegies, and Epithalamiums of the Authors Thomas Nabbes |
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An Elegie on a lovely young child drown'd at London Bridge, in the yeare 1335.
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An Elegie on a lovely young child drown'd at London Bridge, in the yeare 1335.
Where's funerall Goddesse? why doth she delayThe solemne rites belong to this sad day?
Slights she so small a Herse? will she denie
The dues belong to every memorie?
Come and attend them, whence thou shalt derive
A glory great as Fate did ever give
Thy last respected Deity: shalt have
As much true honour by his little grave,
As if it were some great Colossus tombe
Swelling a Mountaine from the earths stretcht wombe,
And thou unruly streame that didst deprive
His parents of their chiefest joy alive,
What sinne of his made thee the instrument
And meanes, of such a seeming punishment?
His innocence ne're tempted heaven; his face
Might move some wanton God to an embrace.
Which makes me thinke thy amorous Geneus might
Attempt him from us for his Catamite.
If so, you were good waters, and doe winne
Eternall songs for hindring such a sinne.
But this sufficeth not. Eyes flow amaine,
As if they meant to drowne him once againe.
Or fearing you asham'd of what y'have done
Should into Neptunes boundlesse bosome runne,
To hide your selves leaving the channell dry,
Their floud of teares should that defect supply.
Or else congeal'd to Pearles, a shrine should be
To keepe his ashes, and his memory.
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