Facetiae : Musarum deliciae, or, The Muses recreation, conteining ...

272 Epitaphs.And opportunities he needed not,That knew to strike then when the ir'n was hot ;As the door-Nailes he made, hee's now as deadHe them and death him, hath knockt on the head.179. On a man drown'd in the Snow.Within a fleece of silent waters drown'd,Before my death was known, a grave I found ;The which exil'd my life from her sweet home,For grief straight froze it self into a tombe.One element my angry Fate thought meetTo be my death, grave, tomb, and winding sheet :Phoebus himself, an Epitaph had writ,But blotting many ere he thought one fit ;He wrote untill my grave, and tomb were gone,And 'twas an Epitaph that I had none ;For every one that passed by that way,Without a sculpture read that there I lay.Here now the second time untomb'd I lye,And thus much have the best of Destiny:Corruption, from which onely one was free,Devour'd my grave, but did not feed on me :My first grave took me from the race of men,My last shall give me back to life agen.1 80. On Doctor Hackefs wife.Drop mournfull eyes your pearly trickling tears,Flow streams of sadness down the spangled sphears,Fall like the tumbling Cataracts of Nile,Make deaf the world with cryes ; let not a smile