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ON MY BOY HENRY, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Here lyes a boy ye finest child from me
Last Line: I mourne not for thy birth, nor cry.
Subject(s): Death - Children; Grief; Hearts; Soul; Death - Babies; Sorrow; Sadness


Here lyes a Boy ye finest child from me
Which makes my Heart & Soule sigh for to see
Nor can I think of any thought, but greeve,
For joy or pleasure could me not releeve,
It lived dayes as many as my years,
No more; wch caused my greeved teares;
Twenty and Nine was the number;
And death hath parted us asunder,
But yu art happy, Sweet'st on High,
I mourne not for thy Birth, nor Cry.





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