Poetical recreations consisting of original poems, songs, odes, &c. with several new translations : in two parts
Barker, Jane.
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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.