Elegie 5

En vic now burst with joy, and let thine eyes
Strut forth with fatnesse: let thy Collops rise
Pampred and plumpe: Feed full for many yeares
Vpon our Iosse: be drunken with our teares:
For he is dead, whose Soule did never cease
To crosse and violate your malicious peace:
He's dead; but in his death hath overthrowne
More vices than his happy life had done:
In life he taught to dye; and he did give
In death a great example how to live:
Though he be gone, his fame is left behinde:
Now leave thy laughing. Envy, and be pin'd.
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