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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408452" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>AN ELEGY Upon my Best Friend L. K. C.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Should we our Sorrows in this Method range, <br>Oft as Misfortune doth their Subjects change, <br>And to the sev'ral Losses which befall, <br>Pay diff'rent Rites at ev'ry Funeral; <br>Like narrow Springs drain'd by dispersed Streams, <br>We must want Tears to wail such various Themes, <br>And prove defective in Deaths mournfull Laws, <br>Not having Words proportion'd to each Cause. <br>In your Dear loss my much afflicted Sense, <br>Discerns this Truth by sad experience, <br>Who never Look'd my Verses should survive, <br>As wet Records, That you are not Alive; <br>And less desir'd to make that Promise due, <br>Which pass'd from Me in jest, when urg'd by You. <br>How close and slily doth our Frailty work! <br>How undiscover'd in the Body lurk! <br>That Those who this Day did salute you well, <br>Before the Next were frighted by your Knell. <br>O wherefore since we must in Order rise, <br>Should we not Fall in equal Obsequies? <br>But bear th' Assaults of an uneven Fate, <br>Like Feavers which their Hour anticipate; <br>Had this Rule constant been, my long wish'd End <br>Might render you a Mourner for your Friend: <br>As He for you, whose most deplor'd surprise <br>Imprints your Death on all my Faculties; <br>That hardly my dark Phant'sie or Discourse, <br>This final Duty from the Pen inforce: <br>Such Influence hath your Eclipsed Light, <br>It doth my Reason like my Self benight. <br>Let me, with Luckless Gamesters, then think best <br>(After I have Set up and Lost my Rest,) <br>Grow'n desp'rate through mischance, to Venture last <br>My whole remaining Stock upon a Cast, <br>And flinging from me my now Loathed Pen, <br>Resolve for your Sake nev'r to Write agen: <br>For whilst Successive days their Light renew, <br>I must no Subject hope to Equal you, <br>In whose Heroick Brest as in their Sphear, <br>All Graces of your Sex concentred were. <br>Thus take I my long Farewell of that Art, <br>Fit only glorious Actions to impart; <br>That Art wherewith our Crosses we beguile, <br>And make them in Harmonious numbers smile: <br>Since you are gone, This holds no further use, <br>Whose Virtue and Desert inspir'd my Muse. <br>O may She in your Ashes Buried be, <br>Whilst I my Self become the Elegie. <br>And as it is observ'd when Princes Dye, <br>In honour of that sad Solemnity, <br>The now unoffic'd Servants crack their Staves, <br>And throw them down into their Masters Graves: <br>So this last Office of my broken Verse, <br>I solemnly resign upon your Hearse; <br>And my Brains moisture, all that is unspent, <br>Shall melt to nothing at the Monument. <br>Thus in moist Weather when the Marble weeps, <br>You'l think it only his Tears reck'ning keeps, <br>Who doth for ever to his Thoughts bequeath <br>The Legacy of your lamented Death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+King">Henry King</a><div class=q>
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Oft as Misfortune doth their Subjects change, 
And to the sev'ral Losses which befall, 
Pay diff'rent Rites at ev'ry Funeral; 
Like narrow Springs drain'd by dispersed Streams, 
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