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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519315" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tears At The Grave Of Sir Albertus Morton (Who Was Buried At Southampton) Wept By Sir H. Wotton.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Silence (in truth) would speak my sorrow best,<br>For, deepest wounds can least their feelings tell;<br>Yet, let me borrow from mine own unrest,<br>But time to bid him, whom I lov'd, farewel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O my unhappy lines! you that before<br>Have serv'd my youth to vent some wanton cries,<br>And now congeal'd with grief, can scarce implore<br>Strength to accent! Here my Albertus lies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is the sable Stone, this is the Cave,<br>And womb of earth that doth his Corps embrace;<br>While others sing his praise, let me engrave<br>These bleeding Numbers to adorn the place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here will I paint the Characters of woe,<br>Here will I pay may tribute to the Dead,<br>And here my faithful tears in showers shall flow,<br>To humanize the Flints whereon I tread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where though I mourn my matchless loss alone,<br>And none between my weakness judge and me; <br>Yet even these gentle walls allow my moan,<br>Whose doleful Ecchoes to my Plaints agree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But is he gone? and live I rhyming here,<br>As if some Muse would listen to my Lay,<br>When all distun'd sit waiting for their Dear,<br>And bathe the Banks where he was wont to play?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dwell thou in endless Light, discharged Soul;<br>Freed now from Natures, and from Fortunes trust:<br>While on this fluent Globe my glass shall role,<br>And run the rest of my remaining dust.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Wotton">Henry Wotton</a><div class=q>
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Yet, let me borrow from mine own unrest,
But time to bid him, whom I lov'd, farewel.

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Have serv'd my youth to ven..."></div>
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