A Valediction: of Weeping

          Let me powre forth My teares before thy face, whil’st I stay here, For thy face coines them, and thy stampe they beare, And by this Mintage they are something worth,           For thus they bee           Pregnant of thee; Fruits of much grief they are, emblemes of more, When a teare falls, that thou falls whichContinue reading “A Valediction: of Weeping”