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<DATE>2007-08-02</DATE>
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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B070711.tech.</ITEM>
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<HEAD>A Funerall Elegy upon the mo&s;t Honored upon Earth, and now
glorious in Heaven, His Excellency <HI>Robert Devereux</HI> Earl of
<HI>E&s;&s;ex</HI> and <HI>Ewe,</HI> Vi&s;count <HI>Hereford,</HI> Lord <HI>Ferrers</HI>
of <HI>Chartly Bourchier</HI> and <HI>Lovaine,</HI> late
Generall of <HI>England.</HI></HEAD>
<L>VVHat do our &s;ighs and tears when E&s;&s;ex dyes,</L>
<L>They are for him but petty Ob&s;equies.</L>
<L>For when &s;uch Heroe's u&s;e to fall a &s;leepe</L>
<L>The drops of rain &s;hew that the heavens weepe;</L>
<L>And tho&s;e huge &s;tormes, which &s;ince his death have fell</L>
<L>Say that the world with very grief doth &s;well.</L>
<L>As heavy breathings are thrown all about</L>
<L>Puffing at what is left for what is out.</L>
<L>What then do lines, why do the Mu&s;es try</L>
<L>To groan out, not to &s;peak thy Elegie;</L>
<L>And why does each prophane hand to thy hear&s;e</L>
<L>Pre&s;ume to offer up a mourning ver&s;e?</L>
<L>Griefe makes men cry, and each Plebean head</L>
<L>Doth &s;can his &s;ighs with pains not &s;canteled:</L>
<L>The more we &s;ee, the more we &s;ee our lo&s;&s;e;</L>
<L>When all affaires are now upon the to&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>Thy birth was Noble, but thy vertue more,</L>
<L>Which in the hou&s;e of fame hath layd a &s;tore</L>
<L>That will endure whil&s;t that a pen can run,</L>
<L>Or mortall threads of life by fate be &s;pun:</L>
<L>Thy theame will Volumes fill, and thy faire &s;hade,</L>
<L>Of making books will urge a con&s;tant trade:</L>
<L>Sorrow &s;trikes dum, in this we all are laid,</L>
<L>I can &s;ay nothing, but I would have &s;aid.</L>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Henry Mill.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<P><HI>LONDON</HI>
Printed by <HI>John Macock</HI> for <HI>William Ley,</HI> and are to be &s;old at his
&s;hop at <HI>Pauls Chaine.</HI> 1646.</P>
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