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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=498952" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Elegie. Princesse Katherine Borne, Christened, Buried, In One Day</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=498952" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">You, that can haply mixe your joyes with cries,<br>And weave white Ios with black Elegies,<br>Can caroll out a dirge, and in one breath<br>Sing to the tune either of life, or death;<br>You, that can weepe the gladnesse of the spheres,<br>And pen a hymne, in stead of inke, with teares;<br>Here, here your unproportion'd wit let fall,<br>To celebrate this new-borne funerall,<br>And greete that little greatnesse, which from th' wombe<br>Dropt both a load to th' cradle and the tombe.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=498952" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Bright soule! teach us, to warble with what feet<br>Thy swathing linnen and thy winding sheet,<br>Weepe, or shout forth that fonts solemnitie,<br>Which at once christn'd and buried thee,<br>And change our shriller passions with that sound,<br>First told thee into th' ayre, then to the ground.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=498952" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Ah, wert thou borne for this? only to call<br>The King and Queen guests to your buriall!<br>To bid good night, your day not yet begun,<br>And shew a setting, ere a rising sun!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=498952" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Or wouldst thou have thy life a martyrdom?<br>Dye in the act of thy religion,<br>Fit, excellently, innocently good,<br>First sealing it with water, then thy blood?<br>As when on blazing wings a blest man sores,<br>And having past to God through fiery dores,<br>Straight 's roab'd with flames, when the same element,<br>Which was his shame, proves now his ornament;<br>Oh, how he hast'ned death, burn't to be fryed,<br>Kill'd twice with each delay, till deified.<br>So swift hath been thy race, so full of flight,<br>Like him condemn'd, ev'n aged with a night,<br>Cutting all lets with clouds, as if th' hadst been<br>Like angels plum'd, and borne a Cherubin.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=498952" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Or, in your journey towards heav'n, say,<br>Tooke you the world a little in your way?<br>Saw'st and dislik'st its vaine pompe, then didst flye<br>Up for eternall glories to the skye?<br>Like a religious ambitious one,<br>Aspiredst for the everlasting crowne?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=498952" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Ah! holy traytour to your brother prince,<br>Rob'd of his birth-right and preheminence!<br>Could you ascend yon' chaire of state e're him,<br>And snatch from th' heire the starry diadem?<br>Making your honours now as much uneven,<br>As gods on earth are lesse then saints in heav'n.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=498952" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Triumph! sing triumphs, then! Oh, put on all<br>Your richest lookes, drest for this festivall!<br>Thoughts full of ravisht reverence, with eyes<br>So fixt, as when a saint we canonize;<br>Clap wings with Seraphins before the throne<br>At this eternall coronation,<br>And teach your soules new mirth, such as may be<br>Worthy this birth-day to divinity.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=498952" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> But ah! these blast your feasts, the jubilies<br>We send you up are sad, as were our cries,<br>And of true joy we can expresse no more<br>Thus crown'd, then when we buried thee before.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=498952" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Princesse in heav'n, forgivenes! whilst we<br>Resigne our office to the HIERARCHY.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Richard+Lovelace">Richard Lovelace</a></strong></div>