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Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.

From “An Epitaphe upon the worthy and honorable Lady, the Lady Knowles”

CXXXVI. Thomas Newton

DEATH made her free from worldly carke,

From sicknes, paine, and strife;

And hath ben as a gate to bringe

Her to eternall life.

By death therefore she hath receivde

A greater boone, I knowe:

For she hath made a chaunge, whose blisse

No mortall wight can showe.

She here hath loste the companie

Of lords and ladies brave,

Of husband, children, frendes, and kinne,

And courtly states full grave:

In lieu whereof she gained hath

The blessed companie

Of sanctes, archangels, patriarches,

And angelles in degree,

With all the troupes seraphicall,

Which in the heavenly bower

Melodiously, with one accord,

Ebuccinate God’s power.

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Examples daily manifolde

Before our eyes we see,

Which put us in rememberaunce

Of our fragilitie,

And bid us watch at every tide

For death, our lurking foe;

Sith dye we must most certainly,

But when, we do not knowe.