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342 On a Virtuous Young Gentlewoman that died suddenly
JHE who to Heaven more Heaven doth annex, Whose lowest thought was above all our sex, Accounted nothing death but t' be reprieved, And died as free from sickness as she lived. Others are dragg'd away, or must be driven, She only saw her time and stept to Heaven; Where seraphims view all her glories o'er, As one return'd that had been there before. For while she did this lower world adorn, Her body seem'd rather assumed than born, So ranfied, advanced, so pure and whole, That body might have been another's soul; And equally a miracle it were That she could die, or that she could live here.
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��JAMES GRAHAM, MARQUIS OF MONTROSE 343 Pll never love Thee more
rY dear and only Love, I pray
That little woild of thee Be govern'd by no other sway
Than purest monarchy; For if confusion have a part
(Which virtuous souls abhor), And hold a synod in thine heart, Fll never love thee more.
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