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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539435" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Consolatorium, Ad Parentes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lett her parents then confesse<br>That they beleeve her happinesse,<br>Which now they question. Thinke as you<br>Lent her the world, Heaven lent her you:<br>And is it just then to complayne<br>When each hath but his owne againe?<br>Then thinke what both your glories are<br>In her preferment: for tis farre<br>Nobler to gett a Saint, and beare<br>A childe to Heaven than an Heyre<br>To a large Empire. Thinke beside<br>Shee dyde not yong, but livde a Bride.<br>Your best wishes for her good<br>Were but to see her well bestowde:<br>Was shee not so? Shee marryed to<br>The heyre of all things: who did owe<br>Her infant Soule, and bought it too.<br>Nor was shee barren: markt you not<br>Those pretty little Graces, that<br>Play'd round about her sicke bedde; three<br>Th' eldst Faith, Hope, & Charity.<br>Twere pretty bigge ones, and the same<br>That cryde so on theyr Fathers name.<br>The yongst is gone with Her: the two<br>Eldest stay to comfort you,<br>And little though they bee, they can<br>Master the biggest foes of man.<br>Lastly thinke that Hir abode<br>With you was some fewe years boarde;<br>After hir marriage: now shee's gone<br>Home, royally attended on:<br>And if you had Elisha's sight<br>To see the number of her bright<br>Attendants thither; or Paul's rapt sprite<br>To see her Welcome there; why then,<br>Wish if you could Her here agen.<br>Ime sure you could not: but all passion<br>Would loose itselfe in admiration,<br>And strong longings to be there<br>Where, cause shee is, you mourn for Her</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Strode">William Strode</a><div class=q>
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That they beleeve her happinesse,
Which now they question. Thinke as you
Lent her the world, Heaven lent her you:
And is it just then to complayne
When each hath but his owne againe?
Then thinke what both your glorie..."></div>
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