AT A SOLEMN MUSICK. BLEST pair of Syrens, pledges of Heaven's joy, With saintly shout, and solemn jubilee; Singing everlastingly : That we on earth, with undiscording voice, Jarr'd against Nature's chime, and with harsh din Broke the fair musick that all creatures made To their great Lord, whose love their motion sway'd In perfect diapason, whilst they stood In first obedience, and their state of good. O, may we soon again renew that song, And keep in tune with Heaven, till God ere long To his celestial consort us unite, To live with him, and sing in endless morn of light! AN EPITAPHI ON THE MARCHIONESS OF WINCHESTER. THIS rich marble doth inter A Viscount's daughter, an Earl's heir, Besides what her virtues fair Added to her noble birth, More than she could own from earth. After so short time of breath, To house with darkness, and with death. Been as complete as was her praise, Nature and Fate had had no strife In giving limit to her life. Her high birth, and her graces sweet, Quickly found a lover meet; The virgin quire for her request The God that sits at marriage feast ; He at their invoking came, But with a scarce well-lighted flame; goes, But, whether by mischance or blame, Atropos for Lucina came; And with remorseless cruelty Spoil'd at once both fruit and tree: The hapless babe, before his birth, Had burial, yet not laid in earth; And the languish'd mother's womb Was not long a living tomb. So have I seen some tender slip, Which the sad morn had let fall AN EPITAPHI ON THE MARCHIONESS OF WINCHESTER. THIS rich marble doth inter A Viscount's daughter, an Earl's heir, Added to her noble birth, More than she could own from earth. After so short time of breath, To house with darkness, and with death. Yet had the number of her days Been as complete as was her praise, Nature and Fate had had no strife In giving limit to her life. Her high birth, and her graces sweet, Quickly found a lover meet; The virgin quire for her request The God that sits at marriage feast; |