IDENTILIN$$  F146H06|Sorrow|Harvard MS Eng 966.5(O'Flahertie)|p.164
146.H06.0HE  Elegy funer. [164]
146.H06.001  Sorrow w%5ch%6 to this house scarse knewe the way
146.H06.002  Is, oh, heyre of it, our all is his pray
146.H06.003  This strange chance claymes strange wond%5r%6, and to vs
146.H06.004  Nothing can bee so strange as to weepe thus.
146.H06.005  Tis well his liues lowd speaking workes deserue
146.H06.006  And giue prayse too, our cold tongues could not serue
146.H06.007  Tis well hee kept teares from our eyes before
146.H06.008  That to fitt this deepe ill wee might haue store.
146.H06.009  O%C, if a sweete Bryar climb vp by a Tree
146.H06.010  If to a Paradise that transplanted bee
146.H06.011  Or feld and burnt for holy sacrifice
146.H06.012  Yet that must wither w%5ch%6 by it did rise,
146.H06.013  As wee for him dead. Though no family
146.H06.014  Ere riggd a soule for heauens discouery
146.H06.015  With whome more venturers more boldly dare
146.H06.016  Venture theyr states with him in ioye to share
146.H06.017  Wee loose what all %Jthings%K[Lmar:>frinds<] lou'd, him, hee gaynes now
146.H06.018  But life by death, w%5ch%6 worst foes would allow
146.H06 019  (If hee could haue foes, in whose practize grew
146.H06.020  All virtues whose names subtill Schoolemen knew.)
146.H06.021  What ease %Ysho%Zcan, hope wee shall see him, beget
146.H06.022  When wee must dye first, and cannot dye yet?
146.H06.023  His Children are his Pictures. Oh they bee
146.H06.024  Pictures of him dead, sencelesse, cold, as hee
146.H06.025  Heere needes no Marble Tombe, since hee is gon
146.H06.026  Hee, and about him, His, ar turnd to stone.
146.H06.0SS  om
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