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��SIR JOHN SUCKLING 334 A Doubt of Martyrdom
FOR some honest lover's ghost, Some kind unbodied post Sent from the shades below! I strangely long to know Whether the noble chaplets wear Those that their mistress' scorn did bear Or those that were used kindly.
For whatsoe'er they tell us here To make those sufferings dear,
'Twill there, I fear, be found
That to the being crown'd T' have loved alone will not suffice, Unless we also have been wise
And have our loves enjoy'd.
What posture can we think him in That, here unloved, again Departs, and 's thither gone Where each sits by his own? Or how can that E]ysium be Where I my mistress still must see Circled in other's arms ?
For there the judges all are just, And Sophonisba must
Be his whom she held dear, Not his who loved her here.
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