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Tixall Poetry.
A Broken Venice Glasse.
Venice, thy long lyf'd state must also passe,
Thy situation's lubrik as thy glasse.
Thy situation's lubrik as thy glasse.
A Glasse Ring Broken.
Behold this broken ring, and spy
An embleme of your false eternity.
We think our joys must have no bound,
Because they come about so cleare and round.
The circle of our happynesse
Must brake itself in tyme as well as this;
And then the ring of all the mirth we have,
Must only serve to wed our spousall grave.
An embleme of your false eternity.
We think our joys must have no bound,
Because they come about so cleare and round.
The circle of our happynesse
Must brake itself in tyme as well as this;
And then the ring of all the mirth we have,
Must only serve to wed our spousall grave.
