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THE LAMENTING LADY
16 AT which affright my bigg sweld wombe xx deliuered forth in feare
As many children at one time
as daies were in the yeare: In bignesse all like newbred mice,
yet each one shap'd aright, And euery male from female knowne,
by Gods great power and might.
17 My husband hereat grieued much,
with inward cares and woe, And knew not in what place he should
these pretty ympes bestowe: The strange report of this rare birth
made people much admire, And of the truth thereof to know
the neighbours did desire.
18 Which caus'd my sorrowes still increase
being made my Countryes scorne, I wish'd I had in child-bed dyed
before they had beene borne: Then had this shame vnto my friends
beene neuer seene nor knowne, Nor I in Countries farre and neere
a wonder thus be1 showne.
19 But marke faire women of the world
how Heauen did pitty me, When I made sorrowe for my sinnes,
and in extremity: God tooke from hence my cause of shame
my children, weake and small: The which poore creatures in one graue
were strangely buried all.
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