Tixall Poetry.
9
Heare the best philosophy,
To dye to live, to live to dye?—
Study in one Epitaph,
What all tongs and voloms have.
Would you lerne your thoughts to move
I' th' upper spheire of hevinly love;
To find your home in banishment,
In warfare peace, in woe content;
No change of minds in change of time;
Not altring harts, though altring clime:
Or would you see, or would you know
The flowres that over graves may grow;
What miracles can silence verse?—
Goe sob and weepe ore yonder herse:
For everye sigh, and everye teare,
There lyes a grace and vertue there.
To dye to live, to live to dye?—
Study in one Epitaph,
What all tongs and voloms have.
Would you lerne your thoughts to move
I' th' upper spheire of hevinly love;
To find your home in banishment,
In warfare peace, in woe content;
No change of minds in change of time;
Not altring harts, though altring clime:
Or would you see, or would you know
The flowres that over graves may grow;
What miracles can silence verse?—
Goe sob and weepe ore yonder herse:
For everye sigh, and everye teare,
There lyes a grace and vertue there.
