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1Let none presume to weep; tears are too weak
2
Such2
an unparall’d3
loss as this to speak.3Poor village girls do so express their grief,
4And in that sad expression find relief.
5When such a
prince4
in 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.
9
Plebeians5
so each vulgar loss deplore6
;10We do too little, if we do no more.
11When such a king in such a manner dies,
12Let us
suspire7
our souls, weep out our eyes.