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An Epitaph upon the Right Honourable Sir PHILIP SIDNEY, Knight, Lord Governor of Flushing.
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To praise* thy life or wail thy worthy death;
And want thy wit, thy wit pure, high, divine:
Is far beyond the power of mortal line,
Nor any one hath worth that draweth breath.
Yet rich in zeal, though poor in learning's lore; And friendly care obscured in secret breast, And love that envy in thy life supprest, Thy dear life done, and death hath doubled more.
And I, that in thy time and living state, Did only praise thy virtues in my thought; As one that seld the rising sun hath sought: With words and tears now wail thy timeless fate.
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