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Pleasant dialogues and dramma's

selected out of Lucian, Erasmus, Textor, Ovid, &c. ... By Tho. Heywood

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A Funerall Elegie upon a vertuous Maide, who dyed the very day on which shee should have beene married.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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A Funerall Elegie upon a vertuous Maide, who dyed the very day on which shee should have beene married.

O Hymen change thy saffron weeds,
To habit black and sable:
Change joyfull Acts, to Funerall deeds,
Since nothing's firme or stable.
My bridals are to burials turn'd,
My day of mirth to sorrow:
Show me the man who most hath mourn'd?
From him my griefe Ile borrow.
In stead of love and second life
A dead corps I imbraced:
Receiv'd a Coffin for a wife,
With hearbs and flowers inchaced.
Her beauty better had becom'd
A Bride-bed than a grave:
But envious fates her dayes have sum'd
And crost what I did crave.
All lovers that Have truely lov'd,
Beare part in my laments:
'Mongst thousands scarcely one hath prov'd
My tragick discontents.
Heaven mourne her death in stormy clouds,
Seas, weepe for her in brine.
Thou earth which now her body shrouds,
Lament though she be thine.
That musick which with merry Tones
Should to a bridall sound,
Sigh out my griefe and passionate grones,
Since she is toomb'd in ground.