A Child Of Queen Elizabeths Chapel
Weep with me, all you that read
This little story;
And know, for whom a tear you shed
Deaths self is sorry.
Twas a child that so did thrive
In grace and feature,
As Heaven and Nature seemd to strive
Which ownd the creature.
Years he numberd scarce thirteen
When Fates turnd cruel,
Yet three filld zodiacs had he been
The stages jewel;
And did act (what now we moan)
Old men so duly,
As sooth the Parcae thought him one,
He playd 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.
On Salathiel Pavy
Ben Jonson
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