London :: Printed by M[iles] F[lesher] for Iohn Marriot, and are to be sold at his shop in St Dunstans Church-yard in Fleet-street,
1633.
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"Poems, by J.D. VVith elegies on the authors death." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A69225.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 21, 2024.
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The Relique.
WHen my grave is broke up againeSome second ghest to entertaine,(For graves have learn'd that woman-headTo be to more then one a Bed)And he that digs it, spiesA bracelet of bright haire about the bone,Will he not let'us alone,And thinke that there a loving couple lies,Who thought that this device might be some wayTo make their soules, at the last busie day,Meet at this grave, and make a little stay?
If this fall in a time, or land,Where mis-devotion doth command,Then, he that digges us up, will bringUs, to the Bishop, and the King,To make us Reliques; thenThou shalt be a Mary Magdalen, and IA something else thereby;
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All women shall adore us, and some men;And since at such time, miracles are sought,I would have that age by this paper taughtWhat miracles wee harmelesse lovers wrought.
First, we lov'd well and faithfully,Yet knew not what wee lov'd, nor why,Difference of sex no more wee new,Then our Guardian Angells doe,Comming and going, wee,Perchance might kisse, but not between those mealesOur hands ne'r toucht the seales,Which nature, injur'd by late law, sets free,These miracles wee did; but now alas,All measure, and all language, I should passe,Should I tell what a miracle shee was.
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