Tixall Poetry/To Mr Nevill, at His Departure
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To Mr Nevill,
at His Departure.
Betwixt true, reall frends there neede
No last farewells to intercede;
Those be for them that feare to mis
A parting cup or parting kis.
Your absence will be death to me;
And those who must beheaded be,
Think it a favour not to know
The coming of the fatal blow.
Let boisterous souldiers sound retreates,
And leave their foes with clamorous threats;
In silence you your parting shroud;
The sun sets oftest in a cloud.
Yet though we part, and though the lines
Of Ptolomy, (whose strength combines
The stars,) noe greater union make,
But we must needs ourselves forsake,
We'l both contemplate the same sky,
And meet in heaven before we dye.
No last farewells to intercede;
Those be for them that feare to mis
A parting cup or parting kis.
Your absence will be death to me;
And those who must beheaded be,
Think it a favour not to know
The coming of the fatal blow.
Let boisterous souldiers sound retreates,
And leave their foes with clamorous threats;
In silence you your parting shroud;
The sun sets oftest in a cloud.
Yet though we part, and though the lines
Of Ptolomy, (whose strength combines
The stars,) noe greater union make,
But we must needs ourselves forsake,
We'l both contemplate the same sky,
And meet in heaven before we dye.