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Of his and thy kingdome, doe thy Sonnes invest, |
Yet such are these laws, that men argue yet |
Whether a man those statutes can fulfill; |
None doth, but thy all-healing grace and Spirit, |
Revive againe what law and letter kill, |
Thy lawes abridgement, and thy last command |
Is all but love; Oh let this last Will stand! |
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EPIGRAMS |
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Hero and Leander. |
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Both rob'd of aire, we both lye in one ground, |
Both whom one fire had burnt, one water drownd.* |
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Pyramus and Thisbé. |
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Two, by themselves, each other, love and feare |
Slaine, cruell friends, by parting have joyn'd here. |
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Niobe. |
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By childrens births, and death, I am become |
So dry, that I am now mine owne sad tombe.
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