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Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.

On the Death of Beaumont

John Fletcher (1579–1625)

COME, Sorrow, come! bring all thy cries,

All thy laments, and all thy weeping eyes!

Burn out, you living monuments of woe!

Sad sullen griefs, now rise and overflow!

Virtue is dead;

Oh, cruel fate!

All youth is fled;

All our laments too late.

Oh, noble youth, to thy ne’er-dying name,

Oh, happy youth, to thy still growing fame,

To thy long peace in Earth, this sacred knell

Our last loves ring—farewell, farewell, farewell!

Go, happy soul, to thy eternal birth!

And press thy body lightly, gentle earth!