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"Poems, elegies, paradoxes, and sonets." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A47409.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 3, 2024.
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AN ELEGY
Vpon the immature loss of the most vertuous
Lady Anne Rich.
I Envy not thy mortal triumphs, Death,(Thou enemy to Vertue as to Breath)Nor do I wonder much, nor yet complainThe weekly numbers by thy arrow flain.The whole world is thy Factory, and weLike traffick driven and retail'd by Thee:And where the springs of life fill up so fast,Some of the waters needs must run to waste.
It is confest, yet must our griefs disputeThat which thine own conclusion doth refuteEre we begin. Hearken! for if thy earBe to thy throat proportion'd, thou canst hear.Is there no order in the work of Fate?Nor rule, but blindly to antici••pateOur growing seasons? or think'st thou 'tis just,To sprinkle our fresh blossomes with thy dust,Till by abortive funerals, thou bringThat to an Autumn Nature meant a Spring?
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Is't not enough for thee that wither'd ageLies the unpiti'd subject of thy rage;But like an ugly Amorist, thy crestMust be with spoyles of Youth and Beauty drest?In other Camps, those which fare down to dayMarch first to morrow, and they longest stayWho last came to the service: But in thine,Onely confusion stands for discipline.We fall in such promiscuous heaps, none canPut any diff'rence 'twixt thy Rear or Van;Since oft the youngest lead thy Files. For thisThe grieved world here thy accuser is,And I a Plaintiff, 'mongst those many onesWho wet this Ladies Urn with zealous moanes;As if her ashes quick'ning into yearsMight be again embody'd by our tearsBut all in vain; the moisture we bestowShall make assoon her curled Marble grow,As render heat, or motion to that blood,Which through her veins branch't like an azure flood,Whose now still Current in the grave is lost,Lock't up, and fetter'd by eternal frost.
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Desist from hence, doting Astrology!To search for hidden wonders in the sky;Or from the concourse of malignant starresForetel diseases gen'ral as our warres:What barren droughts, forerunners of lean dear••▪Threaten to starve the plenty of the earth:What horrid forms of darkness must affrightThe sickly world, hast'ning to that long nightWhere it must end. If there no Portents 〈◊〉〈◊〉,No black eclipses for the Kalendar,Our times sad Annals will remembred beIth'loss of bright Northumberland and Thee:Two Starres of Court, who in one fatal yearBy most untimely set dropt from their Sphear.Shee in the winter took her flight, and soonAs her perfections: reach't the point of Noon,Wrapt in a cloud, contracted her wisht stayUnto the measure of a short-liv'd day.But Thou in Summer, like an early RoseBy Deaths cold hand nipp'd as Thou didst disclose,Took'st a long day to run that narrow stage,Which in two gasping minutes summ'd thy age.And, as the fading Rose, when the leaves shedLies in its native sweetness buried,
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Thou in thy vertues bedded and inherstSleep'st with those odours thy pure fame disperst.Where till that Rising Morn thou must remain,In which thy wither'd flowres shall spring again.And greater beauties thy wak't body vestThen were at thy departure here possest.
So with full eyes we close thy vault. Content(With what thy loss bequeaths us) to lament,And make that use of thy griev'd funerall,As of a Chryst••ll broken in the fall;Whose pitti'd fractures gather'd up, and set,May smaller Mirrours for Thy Sex beget;There let them view themselves, untill they seeThe end of all their glories shew'n in Thee.
Whil'st in the truth of this sad tribute, IThus strive to Canonize thy Memory.
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