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Urns and odours bring away!

Vapours, sighs, darken the day!

Our dole more deadly looks than dying;

Balms and gums and heavy cheers,

Sacred vials fill’d with tears,

And clamours through the wild air flying!

Come, all sad and solemn shows,

That are quick-eyed Pleasure’s foes!

We convènt naught else but woes.

? or John Fletcher.

142. dole] lamentation. convent] summon.