Explore "An Epitaph on Salathiel Pavy, a Child of Queen Elizabeth's Chapel" by Alice Meynell on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
WEEP with me, all you that read
This little story;
And know, for whom a tear you shed
Death's self is sorry.
It was a child that so did thrive
In grace and feature,
As Heaven and Nature seemed to strive
Which owned the creature.
Years he numbered scarce thirteen / When fates turned cruel, / Yet three filled zodiacs had he been / The stage's jewel; / And did act (what now we moan) / Old men so duly, / Ah, sooth, the Parcae thought him one- / He played so truly.
So by error to his fate / They all consented, / But viewing him since, alas, too late / They have repented; / And have sought, to give new birth, / In baths to steep him; / But being much too good for earth, / Heaven vows to keep him.