Great Lady, <br /> <br /> <br /> Humble partners of like griefe <br />In bringing Comfort may deserve beliefe, <br />Because they Feele and Feyne not: Thus we say <br />Unto Ourselves, Lord Bayning, though away, <br />Is still of Christ-Church; somewhat out of sight, <br />As when he travel'd, or did bid good night, <br />And was not seen long after; now he stands <br />Remov'd in Worlds, as heretofore in Lands; <br />But is not lost. The spight of Death can never <br />Divide the Christian, though the Man it sever. <br /> <br /> <br />The like we say to You: He's still at home, <br />Though out of reach; as in some upper roome, <br />Or Study: for his Place is very high, <br />His Thought is Vision; now most properly <br />Return'd he's Yours as sure, as e're hath been <br />The jewell in Your Cask, safe though unseen. <br /> <br /> <br />You know that Friends have Eares as well as Eyes, <br />We heare Hee's well and Living, that well dies.<br /><br />William Strode<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-right-honourable-the-lady-penelope-dowage/
