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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408454" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>AN ELEGY Upon the death of Mr. Edward Holt</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">VVhether thy Fathers, or diseases rage, <br>More mortal prov'd to thy unhappy age, <br>Our sorrow needs not question; since the first <br>Is known for length and sharpness much the worst. <br>Thy Feaver yet was kind; which the ninth day <br>For thy misfortunes made an easie way. <br>When th' other barbarous and Hectick fit, <br>In nineteen winters did not intermit. <br>I therefore vainly now not ask thee why <br>Thou didst so soon in thy Youths mid-way dy: <br>But in my sence the greater wonder make <br>Thy long oppressed heart no sooner brake. <br>Of force must the neglected blossom fall <br>When the tough root becomes unnaturall, <br>And to his branches doth that sap deny, <br>Which them with life and verdure should supply. <br>For Parents shame, let it forgotten be, <br>And may the sad example die with thee. <br>It is not now thy grieved friends intent <br>To render thee dull Pities argument. <br>Thou hast a bolder title unto fame, <br>And at Edge-Hill thou didst make good the claime; <br>When in thy Royal Masters Cause and Warre <br>Thy ventur'd life brought off a noble skarre. <br>Nor did thy faithful services desist <br>Till death untimely strook thee from the List. <br>Though in that prouder vault then, which doth tomb <br>Thy ancestors, thy body find not room, <br>Thine own deserts have purchas'd thee a place, <br>Which more renowned is then all thy race; <br>For in this earth thou dost ennobled ly <br>With marks of Valour and of Loyalty.</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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More mortal prov'd to thy unhappy age, 
Our sorrow needs not question; since the first 
Is known for length and sharpness much the worst. 
Thy Feaver yet was kind; which the ninth day 
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