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1Let none presume to weep; tears are too weak
unparall’d3loss as this to speak.
3Poor village girls do so express their grief,
4And in that sad expression find relief.
5When such a
prince4in such a manner dies,
6Let us (ay me!) no more drop tears, but eyes;
7Nor let none dare to sigh or strike their breast
8To show a grief that so transcends the rest.
Plebeians5so each vulgar loss
10We do too little, if we do no more.
11When such a king in such a manner dies,
suspire7our souls, weep out our eyes.