Where are yee now, Astrologers, that looke <br />For petty accidents in Heavens booke? <br />Two Twins, to whom one Influence gave breath, <br />Differ in more than Fortune, Life and Death. <br />While both were warme (for that was all they were <br />Unlesse some feeble cry sayd Life was there <br />By wavering change of health they seem'd to trie <br />Which of the two should live, for one must die. <br />As if one Soule, allotted to susteine <br />The lumpe, which afterwards was cutt in twain, <br />Now servde them both: whose limited restraynt <br />From double vertue made them both to faynt: <br />But when that common Soule away should flie, <br />Death killing one, expected both should die: <br />Shee hitt, and was deceivde: that other parte <br />Went to supply the weake survivers heart: <br />So Death, where shee was cruell, seemde most milde: <br />She aymed at two, and killde but halfe a childe.<br /><br />William Strode<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-death-of-a-twin/
