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 LORD HERBERT OF CHERBURY

But thus enrichM may we not yield some cause

Why they themselves lament no more^ That must have changed the course they held before,

And broke their proper Laws, Had not your beauties giv'n this second birth To Heaven and Earth ?

Tell us for Oracles must still ascend,

For those that crave them at your tomb Tell us, where are those beauties now become,

And what they now intend. Tell us, alas, that cannot tell our grief, Or hope relief.

��SIR JOHN BEAUMONT 23 1 Of his Dear Son y Gervase

I EAR Lord, receive my son, whose winning love

To me was like a friendship, far above The course of nature or his tender age; Whose looks could all my bitter griefs assuage: Let his pure soul, ordam'd seven years to be In that frail body which was part of me, Remain my pledge in Heaven, as sent to show How to this port at every step I go.

WILLIAM DRUMMOND, OF HAWTHORNDEN

252 Invocation

PHOEBUS, arise! And paint the sable skies With azure, white, and red; RoUse Memnon's mother from her Tithon's bed,

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