Preface. Introduction. the Atheist's Tragedie. a Funerall Poeme Upon the Death of the Most Worthie and True Sovldier, Sir Francis Vere, Knight. Three Elegies on the Most Lamented Death of Prince Henrie

Preface. Introduction. the Atheist's Tragedie. a Funerall Poeme Upon the Death of the Most Worthie and True Sovldier, Sir Francis Vere, Knight. Three Elegies on the Most Lamented Death of Prince Henrie

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1878 edition. Excerpt: ...loue then feare. So's life Jfirouided that though he did dye A sodaine death, yet dyed not sodainely. He dyed in warre, and yet hee dyed in peaee. O might that fire reuiue the ashes of This Phenix! yet the wonder would not be So great as he was good, and wondered at For that. His liues example was so true A practique of Religion's Theorie That her Diuinitie seem'd rather the Description then th' instruction of his life. And of his goodnesse was his vertuous Sonne A worthy imitatour. So that on These two Herculean pillars where their armes For Beyond their liues, as well for youth as age, Are plac'd there may be writ Non ultra. Nor young nor old, in merit or in name, Shall e'er exceede their vertues or their fame. Zhe third 2/olley. 'Tis done. Thus faire accomplements make foule Deedes gratious. Charlemont, come now when th' wilt I'ue buryed under these two marble stones Thy liuing hopes, and thy dead father's bones. Exeunt. Enter CASTABELLA mourning ta t/ze menz./ment of CHARLEMONT. Casta. O thou that knowest me iustly Charlemont's, " Though in the forc'd possession of another. Since from thine owne free spirit wee receiue it That our affections cannot be compel'd Though our actions may, be not displeas'd if on The altar of his Tombe I sacrifice My teares. They are the iewels of my loue Dissolued into griefe, and fall upon His blasted Spring, as Aprill dewe upon A sweet young blossome shak'd before the time. Enter CHARLEMONT wit/i a SERUANT. Charl. Goe see my Truncks disposed of. I'll but walk A turne or two i' th' Church and follow you. Exit SERUANT. O! here's the fatall monument of my Dead Father first presented to mine...show more

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  • Paperback | 52 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 109g
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  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 123688406X
  • 9781236884060