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Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen… With honour, wealth, and peace hap… What ails thee hang thy head, and… And sit i’ the dust to sigh these… What deluge of new woes thus over—…
My head, my heart, mine Eyes, my… My joy, my Magazine of earthly st… If two be one, as surely thou and… How stayest thou there, whilst I… So many steps, head from the heart…
Ah me! conceiv’d in sin, and born… A nothing, here to day, but gone t… Whose mean beginning, blushing can… But night and darkness must with s… My mother’s breeding sickness, I…
Phoebus make haste, the day’s too… The silent night’s the fittest tim… But stay this once, unto my suit g… And tell my griefs in either hemis… (And if the whirling of thy wheels…
Proem. Although great Queen, thou now in… Yet thy loud Herald Fame, doth to… Thy wondrous worth proclaim, in ev… And so has vow’d, whilst there is…
I had eight birds hatcht in one ne… Four Cocks were there, and Hens t… I nurst them up with pain and care… No cost nor labour did I spare Till at the last they felt their w…
By duty bound, and not by custome… To celebrate the praises of the de… My mournfull mind, sore prest, in… Presents my Lamentations at his H… Who was my Father, Guide, Instru…
As he said vanity, so vain say I, Oh! Vanity, O vain all under sky; Where is the man can say, “Lo, I… On brittle earth a consolation sou… What isn’t in honor to be set on h…
In my distress I sought the Lord When naught on earth could comfort… And when my soul these things abho… Then, Lord, Thou said’st unto me,… Thou knowest the sorrows that I f…
In silent night when rest I took, For sorrow near I did not look, I wakened was with thund’ring nois… And piteous shrieks of dreadful vo… That fearful sound of “fire” and “…
Lo, now four other act upon the st… Childhood and Youth, the Many and… The first son unto phlegm, grandch… Unstable, supple, cold and moist’s… The second, frolic, claims his ped…
When time was young, & World in I… Man did not proudly strive for So… But each one thought his petty Ru… If of his house he held the Monar… This was the golden Age, but afte…
As loving hind that (hartless) wan… Scuds through the woods and fern w… Perplext, in every bush and nook d… Her dearest deer, might answer ear… So doth my anxious soul, which now…
A worthy Matron of unspotted life… A loving Mother and obedient wife… A friendly Neighbor, pitiful to p… Whom oft she fed, and clothed with… To Servants wisely aweful, but ye…
And live I still to see Relations… And yet survive to sound this wail… Ah, woe is me, to write thy Funer… Who might in reason yet have lived… I saw the branches lopt the Tree…