Let bloode, co-education, love, consent
Of minds (dear Hare) at this dire accident
Stand as unintres'd spectators by,
Nor lend one tear to thy sad obsoquy:
They cannot, for being soe mutch thy owne
In me, they ar licke thee sencles growne.
Deep greifs run smoth and mack no noise at all,
Whear shallower tears still murmur as they fall.
Yet sinc pertakings use to allaye distres,
And generall woe macks the peculiar les;
I maye of my impatient greif obtaine
Some treuce perhaps the common los to plaine;
In only opening but so mutch of thee
As wherin all good sperits share with mee.
Veiw thay then some of that vast wealth of thine,
Wherin the smalest part alas was mine:
Parts that distributed might have formed ten
For them alone (so stild), accomplisht men.
Laborious judgement, faithfull memory,
In all best tongs their all variety:
Fancye, and imagination rais'd soe highe
And of extensure sutch as the broad skye,
Large earth, wilde deeps and wide ayre unconfinde,
Soe great thou hadst, but yet so good a minde:
As though thy verteus did admit noe wante,
Yet was thy modesty praedominant
Or rather Judgment raisd to sutch a height
As did decline for to support the weight
Like full grown corne which once maturely eard
Hangs down the head, that late aloft it reard:
Or purpell issue of the fruitfull Vine,
Which ripened once by Phaebus fervent shine,
Stretches his greens about him, and within
Enshades himself, not caring to be seen.
But as the more in thy retirednes
Thou didst injoye thy selfe, and We the les
Could enjoy of thee; hadst thou yet but left us
Some shaddows of what thy sollitude bereft us,
How happy wear we or but even to see
Thy elegye trew writ, and writ by thee.
But sinc that good is by thy fate prevented
Wee must with theas false mirrhors rest contented
And we in whose arms thou didst choose to dye
Will altogeather by thy elegye.
So sleep in peace rockd in thy latest rest:
Heer but interd; intombde in many a brest.