An elegie upon the death of my pretty infant-cousin, Mris. Jane Gabry, vvho died within the month, not without some suspicion of being overlaid by her nurses. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B03271 of text R221004 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing E468). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 4 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B03271 Wing E468 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.3[58] 99885192 ocm99885192 182543 2264212231

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B03271) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182543) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A4:1[58]) An elegie upon the death of my pretty infant-cousin, Mris. Jane Gabry, vvho died within the month, not without some suspicion of being overlaid by her nurses. 1 sheet ([1] p.). [s.n.], London : Printed anno Domini 1672. Verse: "Sweet babe, why didst thou leave this world so soon ..." Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Gabry, Jane -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Elegiac poetry, English -- 17th century. eebo An elegie upon the death of my pretty infant-cousin, Mris. Jane Gabry, vvho died within the month, not without some suspicion of being overlaid by her anon 1672 1 493 7 0 0 0 0 0 141.99 F The rate of 141.99 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2008-05 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-08 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-10 Sampled and proofread 2008-10 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
AN ELEGIE Upon the Death of my pretty Infant-Cousin , Mris. JANE GABRY , Who died within the Month , not without some suspicion of being Overlaid by her Nurses . SWeet Babe , why didst thou leave this world so soon , Not seen by thy first Parents , Sun , nor Moon ? ●adst onely some short Intervals of light , ●o lead thee from one , to another Night ; ●ill thou shouldst view an everlasting Sun , Which ne'r knew shade , because it ne'r begun . Pretty Apostate ! why no longer stay ? But newly Christian , and straight fall away ? Pardon , dear Saint , 't was not for want of Grace ; T is that transports us to a better place . Never was Babe baptiz'd with kinder Strife : ●●●gion helps to save the soul , not life : ● his thred once spun , bears an unerring date , Plot to be broke , or lengthned , but by Fate . O Heav'ns ! survive the Font but one poor day ? T was a short Eve to a long Holy-day . Was thy too generous heart inspir'd to die , To quit thy Sureties from their costly Tye ? Mad'st haste to heav'n , new washt from Adams guilt , For fear that holy water might be spilt . We shall not load thy Nurses with complaints , Whose very sin might serve t' increase the Saints . ●here may be loss , not guilt , without the Will ; ●ometimes the Innocent the Innocent kill . Nor shall we from thy Inches square thy Bliss , As Lovers do theirs , by a short-liv'd kiss . Plants wither here , set in a barren place ; Heav'n is a rich Soyl , ripens fruit apace . A new-born Bud , a tender Blossom here , Is in a moment ripe and perfect there . Now thou art full of days : How can there bee Childhood , or Non-age , in Eternity ? Why should we then be Mourners to excess , As if we griev'd at thy stoln Happiness ? Our showrs of tears can onely shew us kinde ; More proper for poor Vs , who stay behinde In a bad World , full of perplexing Care ; Whose Charity is colder then its Air. Rather convert our Sorrows into Joy , To build new hopes for a more lasting Boy . The oddes will not be great , but three to one ; Two Girles dead before . One Grain will turn the Scale , when three are gone . And now , sweet Babe , allow my gentle Verse To drop , not Tears , but Wishes on thy Herse : May thy dear Parents and Relations be As quiet as thy Grave , as blest as Thee .

LONDON : Printed Anno Domini 1672.

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