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Tixall Poetry.
Since 'tis an injury to her, whose state
Cannot my sorrow now participate.
And since our joys and griefes here still were one
I doe confess it is my fault alone,
That I that happy union now destroy,
I hope we ever shall againe enjoy;
When once my thoughts fixt in her glory have
Orecome the sad remembrance of her grave
Cannot my sorrow now participate.
And since our joys and griefes here still were one
I doe confess it is my fault alone,
That I that happy union now destroy,
I hope we ever shall againe enjoy;
When once my thoughts fixt in her glory have
Orecome the sad remembrance of her grave
The End.
