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And we her sad glad friends all beare a part
Of griefe, for all would waste a Stoicks heart.
Elegie to the Lady Bedford.
You that are she, and you that's double shee,
In her dead face, halfe of your selfe shall see;
Shee was the other part, for so they doe
Which build them friendships, become one of two;
So two, that but themselves no third can fit,
Which were to be so, when they were not yet
Twinnes, though their birth Cusco, and Musco take,
As divers starres one Constellation make,
Pair'd like two eyes, have equall motion, so
Both but one meanes to see, one way to goe;
Had you dy'd first, a carcasse shee had beene;
And wee your rich Tombe in her face had seene;
She like the Soule is gone, and you here stay
Not a live friend; but thother halfe of clay;
And since you act that part, As men say, here
Lies such a Prince, when but one part is there;
And do all honour: and devotion due;
Unto the whole, so wee all reverence you;
For, such a friendship who would not adore
In you, who are all what both was before,
Not all, as if some perished by this,
But so, as all in you contracted is;
As of this all, though many parts decay,

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