Divine glimpses of a maiden muse being various meditations and epigrams on several subjects : with a probable cure of our present epidemical malady if the means be not too long neglected / by Chr. Clobery ...

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Title: Divine glimpses of a maiden muse being various meditations and epigrams on several subjects : with a probable cure of our present epidemical malady if the means be not too long neglected / by Chr. Clobery ...
Author: Clobery, Chr. (Christopher)
Publication: London :: Printed by James Cottrel,; 1659.
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Subject terms: Religious poetry, English -- Early modern, 1500-1700.
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The Epigram.
PAle Princess! spare thy threats, we know thy force,
Thou su'st the soul and bodies short divorce:
It lasts but one night's rest, and that's a toy,
For in the morning they shall meet with joy.
Thou wounded'st once our brother, Lord and King,
And in that wound drone-like didst lose thy sting:
Now thou canst hurt no more; save such mad elves
As bring thee a new sting to kill themselves.
'Twere better for them death had kept his sting,
Then they be stung to death by stings they bring.
Though plain perire be a fate past jest,
Pennis perire propriis grave est.