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 Heartsease and only I like parallels run on, Whose equal length keep equal breadth, and never meet in one: Yet for not wronging him, my thoughts, my sorrows' cell, Shall not run out; though leak they will, for liking him so well.

Farewell to you! my hopes, my wonted waking dreams. Farewell sometimes enjoyèd joy! Eclipsèd are thy beams. Farewell self-pleasing thoughts! which quietness brings forth. And farewell friendship's sacred league! uniting minds of worth.

And farewell, merry heart! the gift of guiltless minds; And all sports! which for life's restore, variety assigns. Let all that sweet is, void! In me no mirth may dwell. Philip, the cause of all this woe, my life's content, farewell!

Now rhyme, the son of rage, which art no kin to skill; And endless grief which deads my life, yet knows not how to kill: Go, seek that hapless tomb! which if ye hap to find; Salute the stones that keep the limbs that held so good a mind.

FINIS.