Tixall Poetry/To Mr Nevill, at His Departure

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To Mr Nevill, at His Departure by unknown author

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4307903Tixall Poetry — To Mr Nevill, at His DepartureArthur Cliffordunknown author

To Mr Nevill,

at His Departure.

Betwixt true, reall frends there needeNo last farewells to intercede;Those be for them that feare to misA parting cup or parting kis.Your absence will be death to me;And those who must beheaded be,Think it a favour not to knowThe 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 linesOf 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.