Richard Lovelace
London / England
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To His Deare Brother Colonel F. L. Immoderately Mourning My Brothers Untimely Death At Carmarthen

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I.
If teares could wash the ill away,
A pearle for each wet bead I'd pay;
But as dew'd corne the fuller growes,
So water'd eyes but swell our woes.

II.
One drop another cals, which still
(Griefe adding fuell) doth distill;
Too fruitfull of her selfe is anguish,
We need no cherishing to languish.
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thats complicated man,
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