All the vvorkes of Iohn Taylor the water-poet Beeing sixty and three in number. Collected into one volume by the author: vvith sundry new additions corrected, reuised, and newly imprinted, 1630.

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Title: All the vvorkes of Iohn Taylor the water-poet Beeing sixty and three in number. Collected into one volume by the author: vvith sundry new additions corrected, reuised, and newly imprinted, 1630.
Author: Taylor, John, 1580-1653.
Publication: At London :: Printed by I[ohn] B[eale, Elizabeth Allde, Bernard Alsop, and Thomas Fawcet] for Iames Boler; at the signe of the Marigold in Pauls Churchyard,; 1630.
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Sonnet. 7.
VVEep heart, weepe eyes, weep my vnable pen,
In teares of blood, of water, and lake:
With bread of sorrow, and afflictions drinke
I liue, for I haue lost a man of men.
Yet heart, eyes, pen, dry vp your teares agen,
He is not lost, he's rather newly found:
Enfranchis'd from a dolefull theeuish den,
And with a rich Immortall Crowne is crownd,
Then hart, eies, pen, no more with teares be drownd.
Weepe not for him that doth reioyce for euer:
Yet this againe my comfort doth confound,
Hee's lost to mee, and I shall find him neuer.
Then weep Muse, heart, eies, pen lament and weep••
My ioyes are buried in eternall sleepe.