Tixall Poetry.
101
See the sad owners, whose contented looke
Us'd to assure us such, as planet stroake,
(Though kind and civill) now instruct our feares,
And tell our paine ith' language of their teares.
By which moist characters how soone is sed
A mothers losse, the Lady Persall dead.
A mother unto all, her flowing hart
Deny'd not any, as her child, a part.
Her liberall hand could not decrease her store,
Since her more liberall wish still gave us more.
Gratefull let us pay back the debt we owe,
Whilst thus our eyes in silent sorrows flowe.
Us'd to assure us such, as planet stroake,
(Though kind and civill) now instruct our feares,
And tell our paine ith' language of their teares.
By which moist characters how soone is sed
A mothers losse, the Lady Persall dead.
A mother unto all, her flowing hart
Deny'd not any, as her child, a part.
Her liberall hand could not decrease her store,
Since her more liberall wish still gave us more.
Gratefull let us pay back the debt we owe,
Whilst thus our eyes in silent sorrows flowe.
To
The Lady Southcot,
on Her Wedding-Day.
If mongst the happy number this day crowd
To kis your hand, my humble pens alowd,
To kis your hand, my humble pens alowd,
