An elegy upon his honoured friend Mr. James Herewyn, unfortunately slain by a fall from his horse

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Title: An elegy upon his honoured friend Mr. James Herewyn, unfortunately slain by a fall from his horse
Author: Godschalck, James.
Publication: [London :: s.n.,; 1650]
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Subject terms: Herrewyn, James -- Death and burial.; Elegiac poetry, English -- Early works to 1800.; Broadsides -- England -- 17th century.
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Ʋpon the Ʋnfortunate Death of Mr. James Herrewyn Merchant, by a fall from a Horse.I could lament thee, Merchant; but to grieveWould doe thy Friends no good, nor thee relieveOut of the snares of death; but yet i'le tellThe World how hard thy fate did with thee deal:A Debt thou didst him owe; 'tis very true;But now to call for't, though 'twere alwayes due,Seemes very hard; fifty years hence I shouldHave thought good payment; I am sure, death couldHave had a little patience, and have staid,Considering what large sums the sword has paid:He might have sent him notice by his thinFac'd Sergeant, sicknesse, and have warn'd him in,To put in Bail; but for to Hurry him henceA Horseback; and basely throw him thenceInto a silent Prison; all this done,In the non-change-time of his age, is th' summeOf Cruelty, and could not be past by,With Patience; but that necessityCompels. Well! seeing 'tis so, were all as I,Wee'l call them fools, that fear, or love to dye.John Sweeting.