| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XVIII. The Great Mystery To a Mistress Dying | | By Sir William Davenant (16061668) |
| | | Lover. | | YOUR beauty, ripe and calm and fresh | |
| | As eastern summers are, | |
| | Must now, forsaking time and flesh, | |
| | Add light to some small star. | |
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| Philosopher. | | Whilst she yet lives, were stars decayd, | 5 |
| | Their light by hers relief might find; | |
| | But Death will lead her to a shade | |
| | Where Love is cold and Beauty blind. | |
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| Lover. | | Lovers, whose priests all poets are, | |
| | Think every mistress, when she dies, | 10 |
| | Is changed at least into a star: | |
| | And who dares doubt the poets wise? | |
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| Philosopher. | | But ask not bodies doomd to die | |
| | To what abode they go; | |
| | Since Knowledge is but Sorrows spy, | 15 |
| | It is not safe to know. | | | | |
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