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146.NY1.0HE  Elegia. 13.%5ma%6[Rmar:XIII%5th%6] [25]
146.NY1.001  Sorrowe, who to this house, scarse knew the way 
146.NY1.002  Is (oh) heire of it: our all is his pray
146.NY1.003  This strange chance, claymes strange wonder & to vs
146.NY1.004  Nothing can be so strange as to weepe thus.
146.NY1.005  'Tis well his lifes loud speaking works deserue
146.NY1.006  And giue prayse too, our could toungs could not serue.
146.NY1.007  T'is well he kept teares from o%5r%6 eies before
146.NY1.008  That to fitt this deepe ill we might haue store.
146.NY1.009  Oh if a sweet brier climbe vp by a tree
146.NY1.010  If to a paradice y%5t%6 transplanted bee
146.NY1.011  Or fell'd & burnt for sacrifice:
146.NY1.012  yet y%5t%6 must wither w%5ch%6 by it did rise.
146.NY1.013  As we for him dead. Though noe familie
146.NY1.014  Ere rigg'd a soule for heauens discouerie
146.NY1.015  W%5th%6 whome more venturers more boldly dare
146.NY1.016  Venture theire states in him w%5th%6 ioyes to share.
146.NY1.017  We loose w%5t%6 all freinds lou'd, him. He gaines no%5w%6
146.NY1.018  But lyfe by death w%5ch%6 worst foes would allowe;
146.NY1 019  If he could haue foes in whose practise grew
146.NY1.020  All vertues whose names subtile schoolmen knew.
146.NY1.021  What ease can hope y%5t%6 we shall see him begett?
146.NY1.022  When we must die first & cannot die yet?
146.NY1.023  His children are his pictures, oh, they be
146.NY1.024  Pictures of him dead, sencelesse, cold as hee.
146.NY1.025  Heere needs noe marble tombe; since he is gone,
146.NY1.026  Hee & aboute him his are turn'd to stoane.
146.NY1.0SS  Finis Eleg. 13.%5ma%6   Io: Donn.
146.NY1.0$$  among the love elegies; HE & SS within double rules.