Poetical recreations consisting of original poems, songs, odes, &c. with several new translations : in two parts / part I, occasionally written by Mrs. Jane Barker, part II, by several gentlemen of the universities, and others.

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Poetical recreations consisting of original poems, songs, odes, &c. with several new translations : in two parts / part I, occasionally written by Mrs. Jane Barker, part II, by several gentlemen of the universities, and others.
Author
Barker, Jane.
Publication
London :: Printed for Benjamin Crayle ...,
1688.
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English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700.
Songs, English -- Texts.
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Page 107

On the DEATH of my Brother. A SONNET.

I.
ASk me not why the Rose doth fade, Lillies look pale, and Flowers dye; Question not why the Myrtle shade Her wonted shadows doth deny.
II.
Seek not to know from whence begun The sadness of the Nightingale: Nor why the Heliotrope and Sun, Their constant Amity do fail.
III.
The Turles grief look not upon, Nor reason why the Palm-trees mourn; When, Widow-like, they're left alone, Nor Phoenix why her self doth burn.
IV.
For since He's dead, which Life did give To all these things, which here I name; They fade, change, wither, cease to live, Pine and consume into a Flame.
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