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A Poem on the Death of My Lady
To my Dear Sons.
. Aving lived in an Age, where a few
Months has produced great Revolutions
and Troubles, the mischievous effects of which having fallen very heavy as well upon my own Person, as upon my Family: For before I was nine years old I saw my Father à clole Prisoner in the Tower seven Months for his Loyalty to his King and Country, and by little less than Miracle thence delivered; and having but just passed over my Thirty Fourth Year, for the next day (after having been a close Prisoner in the Tower three times) I was tryed for my Life, for adhering to the Interest of my Country. And now in my Thirty Seventh Year perceiving a boisterous Storm to approach, by which I inay probably expect to be fwept away in the common Calamity, and conse