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<DATE>2008-10-03</DATE>
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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>THE EARLE OF STRAFFORD HIS ELLEGIACK POEM, AS IT Was pen'd by his owne hand a little before his Death.</HEAD>
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<L>STate give me leave, and vexe my thoughts no more,</L>
<L>I have too much within me to deplore</L>
<L>My &s;elfe, and it, who both oppre&s;s'd doe lye</L>
<L>Subjected to a growing Anarchy.</L>
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<LG>
<L>I have plough'd through my &s;oule, &amp; articled</L>
<L>Again&s;t my &s;elfe within me, I have read</L>
<L>All my life over, to find out what &s;in</L>
<L>Mov'd <HI>Englands, Irelands,</HI> &amp; what <HI>Scotlands</HI> &s;pleen,</L>
<L>And dare convince their blinded rage who can</L>
<L>Find in me errors more then &s;peake me Man.</L>
<L>'Tis dangerous to be great, Trea&s;on doth lye</L>
<L>To be too gracious in a Princes eye:</L>
<L>U&s;e your rage &s;harpe&s;t wit, for all your Art</L>
<L>Though you my head, my King &s;hall have my hart.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Be wi&s;e, <HI>&V;ice-gerents,</HI> who&s;e &s;ucceeding fate,</L>
<L>Shall reare you up unto the height of State,</L>
<L>The ladder &s;hakes you climbe on, every Round</L>
<L>Is pav'd with icy fate, &s;miles on the ground</L>
<L>From whence you ri&s;e, and, unadvis'd, you &s;hall</L>
<L>Find, if not &s;udden, yet a certaine fall.</L>
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<LG>
<L>My &s;inne was too much loyalty, and when</L>
<L>That times to come, as &s;ure there will be Men,</L>
<L>(Although this &s;canted Age vents none, but tho&s;e</L>
<L>Who of old Titles and new fa&s;hion'd cloaths</L>
<L>Can boa&s;t, who&s;e hone&s;t judgments doe agree</L>
<L>To love the King and feare his &s;ub&s;idie.)</L>
<L>They, in di&s;daine of their fore-fathers hate,</L>
<L>Shall &s;peake my vertues, and lament my Fate.</L>
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<LG>
<L>You, you, then (happier Nephewes) what I tell</L>
<L>So late, &s;o true, accept as Oracle,</L>
<L>Where ever Ju&s;tice calls you, for my &s;ake</L>
<L>Be all your Demon&s;trations faire, nor make</L>
<L>A bad di&s;tinction, by mi&s;taken zeale</L>
<L>T'your Prince, 'twixt him, and 'twixt his Common|weale.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Come neerer Death, and let's imbrace! but you</L>
<L>That with &s;uch care and jealou&s;ies pur&s;ue</L>
<L>My &s;pited Soule, although my blood's no price</L>
<L>To your wi&s;h'd peace, too weake a Sacrifice</L>
<L>To expiate three Kingdomes; yet from me</L>
<L>Take this my la&s;t and perfect'&s;t Legacie</L>
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<LG>
<L>For all the &s;ervice I have done the State,</L>
<L>My early ri&s;ings, and my &s;leeping late,</L>
<L>For all tho&s;e cares kept &s;ad my charge, my long</L>
<L>Zeale to my Prince, which you misco&s;ter'd wrong,</L>
<L>For all my labours, and in that pur&s;uit</L>
<L>My &s;laughtered honours, and my life to boote,</L>
<L>Doe this, and you &s;hall by my coun&s;aile prove</L>
<L>Happy on earth as I in Heaven above</L>
<L>And though (for this &s;hall your mo&s;t co~fort bring)</L>
<L>You lov'd not me, yet love my Lord your King.</L>
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<P>Printed in the Yeare, 1641.</P>
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