Tixall Poetry/Mrs Thimelby, on the Death of Her Only Child

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Poems by the Honourable Mrs Henry Thimelby

Tixall Poetry
edited by Arthur Clifford

Mrs Thimelby, on the Death of Her Only Child by Gertrude Aston Thimelby

To Her Husband, on New-Years-Day, 1651

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4300272Tixall Poetry — Mrs Thimelby, on the Death of Her Only ChildArthur CliffordGertrude Aston Thimelby

Mrs Thimelby,

on

the Death of Her only Child.

Deare infant, 'twas thy mother's faultSo soone inclos'd thee in a vault:And fathers good, that in such hastHas my sweet child in heaven plac'd.I'le weepe the first as my offence,Then ioy that he made recompence:Yet must confesse my frailty suchMy ioy by greife's exceeded much:Though I, in reason, know thy blisseCan not be wish'd more then it is,Yet this selfelove orerules me soe,I'de have thee here, or with thee goe. But since that now neyther can be,A vertue of necessitieI yet may make, now all my pelfContent for thee, though not myselfe.