The Belides or Eulogie and elegie, of that truly honourable John Lord Harrington Baron of Exton, who was elevated hence the 27th of Febr. 1613. vvanting then tvvo moneths of 22. yeares old. By G.T.

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The Belides or Eulogie and elegie, of that truly honourable John Lord Harrington Baron of Exton, who was elevated hence the 27th of Febr. 1613. vvanting then tvvo moneths of 22. yeares old. By G.T.
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G. T. (George Tooke), 1595-1675.
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London :: [s.n.],
printed 1647.
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Harington of Exton, John Harington, -- Baron, d. 1613 -- Early works to 1800.
Fairfax, William, d. 1621 -- Early works to 1800.
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The Widdowes Warning.

BE wise, and take no churlish Clowne, Nor blend with flocks, thy Thistle-down Chuse not for out-side, shun each lover But golden Ludgate-like, in cover. The Ruffin that can sweare and swell, And covenant with death and hell, Preferre not: nor the Fox that preyes In covert, and in broken wayes. Chuse not for wealth, where other things But passant are; yet this has wings. Nor any peece of Bombaste chuse, That with his Place, and Title sues; Taking herein the greater care, Because they now are chapmans ware. Take not a Husband by report; Examine first his head, his heart, His Conscience, pierce him to the Lees; Marke how each joynt of his agrees, And jumps with thine; for if they vary, The Priest that does your bodies marry, But glewes a Potsheard. In a word, If thou canst marrow with a Bird Of thine owne feather, one whose wars Spirituall be, whose aime is stars;

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Whose neatly timber'd limbes are lin'd, With as polite, as rich a mind:
This is the wight, and haste thee Iane, To yeeld him back his Rib againe.
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