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AN EPITAPH UPON THE DEATH OF SIR PHILIP SIDNEY by RICHARD BARNFIELD

First Line: THAT ENGLAND LOST, THAT LEARNING LOV'D, THAT EVERY MOUTH COMMENDED
Last Line: O GRAUNT (O GOD) THAT WEE OF HER, MAY NEVER BE DEPRIVED.
Subject(s): EPITAPHS; SIDNEY, SIR PHILIP (1554-1586);
That England lost, that Learning lov'd, that every mouth commended,
That fame did prayse, that Prince did rayse, that Countrey so defended,
Here lyes the man: lyke to the Swan, who knowing she shall die,
Doeth tune her voice unto the Spheares, and scornes Mortalitie.
Two worthie Earles his uncles were; a Lady was his Mother;
A Knight his father; and himselfe a noble Countesse Brother.
Belov'd, bewaild; alive, now dead; of all, with Teares for ever;
Here lyes Sir Philip Sidneis Corps, whom cruell Death did sever.
He liv'd for her, hee dyde for her; for whom he dyde, he lived:
O graunt (O God) that wee of her, may never be deprived.



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