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Divers thy death do diversely bemoan

OF THE DEATH OF SIR THOMAS WYATT.

Divers thy death do diversely bemoan:
Some, that in presence of thy livelihed
Lurked, whose breasts envy with hate had swoln,
Yield Cæsar’s tears upon Pompeius’ head.
Some, that watched with the murd’rer’s knife,
With eager thirst to drink thy guiltless blood,
Whose practice brake by happy end of life,
With envious tears to hear thy fame so good.
But I, that knew what harbour’d in that head;
What virtues rare were tempered in that breast;
Honour the place that such a jewel bred,
And kiss the ground whereas the corpse doth rest;
With vapour’d eyes: from whence such streams availe,
As Pyramus did on Thisbe’s breast bewail.

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Divers thy death do diversely bemoan - HENRY HOWARD
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