A sad memoriall of Henry Curwen esquire the most worthy and onely child of Sr Patricius Curwen Baronet of Warkington in Cumberland, who with infinite sorrow of all that knew him departed this life August: 21. being Sunday: 1636. In the fourteenth yeare of his age; and lyes interred in the Church of Amersham in Buckingham shire.
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- A sad memoriall of Henry Curwen esquire the most worthy and onely child of Sr Patricius Curwen Baronet of Warkington in Cumberland, who with infinite sorrow of all that knew him departed this life August: 21. being Sunday: 1636. In the fourteenth yeare of his age; and lyes interred in the Church of Amersham in Buckingham shire.
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- Croke, Charles, 1590 or 91-1657.
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- Oxford :: Printed by W. Turner,
- 1638.
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"A sad memoriall of Henry Curwen esquire the most worthy and onely child of Sr Patricius Curwen Baronet of Warkington in Cumberland, who with infinite sorrow of all that knew him departed this life August: 21. being Sunday: 1636. In the fourteenth yeare of his age; and lyes interred in the Church of Amersham in Buckingham shire." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/B12278.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 28, 2024.
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TO MY HONORABLE FRIENDS Sr PATRICIUS CURWEN Baronet, and his ver∣tuous LADY, peace and comfort.
Right Noble and R. Vertuous,
YOu were pleased to put into my hands a Jewell of great price, your onely Child, I received him with joy, I lost him with griefe. Vpon this paper I have spent more teares than inke, sighs than sentences: could my groanes have fetch'd him, the grave had yeelded him. But now, you and I must learne, (God prosper the
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Lesson) Wee must goe to him, hee cannot returne to us: God hath ta∣ken but his owne, and wee may not murmure; my love to the deceased, my devotednesse to You, hath drawne into view the substance of five houres medi∣tation, and those distracted with sorrows: as love hath composed these lines, so love, I trust, will shelter them: if I may doe any thing to You acceptable, to the memory of my Jewell friendly, that day in all my life shall be accounted by me a great day; for no longer shall I live, than I shall also live
Yours ever devoted to Your service Ch. C.