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Weepe with mee all yee that reade,

this little storie,

And knowe for whome these teares you shedd

deaths selfe is sorrie,

It was a childe that so did thriue,

in grace and feature,

That heauen and nature seemde to striue,

whoe owede the creature,

Yeeres he numbred scarce thirteene

when the destenies tumd cruell

Yet three paste zodiacks he had bine

our stages Juell