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 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." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A62938.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 21, 2024.

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Page 111

Of Affliction.

THe Crosse is both a step dame, and a mother; Some men it kills, and some againe it cures: Like fire it some consumes, it purges other; Full often ill, and well full oft enures. A righteous man that does affliction meet, Moulds into his foyle, gives fairer fire; Makes it his rise, his wing to help him higher; So Spices when most beaten, are most sweet. Againe, the ruffling height of weaker soules, It tempers sweetly; cuts the combe of pride, That else would soon be perking; only fooles Are still the same in many a Mortar bray'd: And by such iron pestles, as will grind Them small at length, as dust before the wind.
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