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A Child Of Queen Elizabeth`s Chapel
Weep with me, all you that read
This little story;
And know, for whom a tear you shed
Death`s self is sorry.
`Twas a child that so did thrive
In grace and feature,
As Heaven and Nature seem`d to strive
Which own`d the creature.
Years he number`d scarce thirteen
When Fates turn`d cruel,
Yet three fill`d zodiacs had he been
The stage`s jewel;
And did act (what now we moan)
Old men so duly,
As sooth the Parcae thought him one,
He play`d so truly.
So, by error, to his fate
They all consented;
But, viewing him since, alas, too late!
They have repented;
And have sought, to give new birth,
In baths to steep him;
But, being so much too good for earth,
Heaven vows to keep him.
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