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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539472" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On The Death Of Mr. James Van Otton</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The first day of this month the last hath bin<br>To that deare soule. March never did come in<br>So lyonlike as now: our lives are made<br>As fickle as the weather or the shade.<br>March dust growes plenty now, while wasting fate<br>Strike heare to dust, well worth the proverbs rate.<br>I could be angry with the fates that they<br>This man of men so soone have stole away.<br>Meane they a kingdome to undoe, or make<br>The universe a Cripple while they take<br>From us so cheife a part, whose art knew how<br>To make a man a man, nor would allow<br>Nature an Heteroclite still to remaine<br>Irregular, but with a jugling paine<br>Deceive men of their greife, and make them know<br>That he could cure more than ere chance or foe<br>Dare to instring. Death now growes politique:<br>While Otton liv'd herselfe was weake and sicke<br>For want of food, therefore at him she aimde<br>Who bar'd her of her purpose. All is maimde,<br>All's out of joint, for in this fatall crosse<br>Behold Death's triumph and our fatall losse.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539472" data-title="On The Death Of Mr. James Van Otton de William Strode" data-description="The first day of this month the last hath bin To that deare soule. March never did come in So lyonlike as now: our lives are made As fickle as the weather or the shade. March dust growes plenty now, while wasting fate Strike heare to dust, well wo..."></div> </div> </div>
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