IDENTILIN$$  F14600G|Sorrow|1669|sigs.S2r-v,pp.259-60 (CtY,KyU,L,TxLT)/P:MEL/(TxAM)/1-18-07
146.00G.0HE  %1Elegie on the L.C.%2 [S2]
146.00G.001  S%+Orrow, that to this house scarce knew the way,
146.00G.002  Is, Oh, heir of it, our All is his Pay.
146.00G.003  This strange chance claims strange wonder, and to us
146.00G.004  Nothing can be so strange, as to weep thus. [CW:'Tis]
146.00G.005  'Tis well, his lifes loud speaking works deserve, [S2v]
146.00G.006  And give praise too, our cold tongues could not serve:
146.00G.007  'Tis well, he kept tears from our eyes before,
146.00G.008  That to fit this deep ill, we might have store.
146.00G.009  Oh, if a sweet-bryer climb up by a tree,
146.00G.010  If to a paradise that transplanted be,
146.00G.011  Or fell'd, and burnt for holy sacrifice,
146.00G.012  yet, that must wither, which by it did rise,
146.00G.013  As we for him dead:  though no family
146.00G.014  'Ere rigg'd a soul for heavens discovery
146.00G.015  With whom more Venturers more boldly dare
146.00G.016  Venture their states, with him in joy to share,
146.00G.017  We loose what all friends lov'd, him, he gains now
146.00G.018  But life by death, which worst foes would allow,
146.00G.019  If he could have foes, in whose practise grew
146.00G.020  All vertues, whose name subtle School-men knew;
146.00G.021  What ease, can hope that we shall see him, beget,
146.00G.022  When we must dy first, and cannot dy yet?
146.00G.023  His children are his pictures, Oh they be
146.00G.024  Pictures of him dead, sensless, cold as he.
146.00G.025  Here needs no marble tomb, since he is gone,
146.00G.026  He, and about him, his, are turn'd to stone.   
146.00G.0SS  %1The end of Funeral Elegies.%2
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