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Of his and thy kingdome, doe thy Sonnes invest,
Yet such are these laws, that men argue yet
Whether a man those statutes can fulfill;
None doth, but thy all-healing grace and Spirit,
Revive againe what law and letter kill,
Thy lawes abridgement, and thy last command
Is all but love; Oh let this last Will stand!
Hero and Leander.
Both rob'd of aire, we both lye in one ground,
Both whom one fire had burnt, one water drownd.*
Pyramus and Thisbé.
Two, by themselves, each other, love and feare
Slaine, cruell friends, by parting have joyn'd here.
By childrens births, and death, I am become
So dry, that I am now mine owne sad tombe.

[CW: A]