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To the Lady Bedford.
You that are she, and you that's double she;
In her dead face, halfe of your selfe shall see;
Shee was the other part, for so they doe
Which build them friendships, become one of two;
So two, that but themselves no third can fit,
Which were to be so, when they were not yet
Twinnes, though their birth Cusco, and Musco take,
As divers starres one Constellation make,
Pair'd like two eyes, have equall motion, so
Both but one meanes to see, one way to goe;
Had you dy'd first, a carcasse she had beene;
And we your rich Tombe in her face had seene;
She like the Soule is gone, aud you here stay
Not a live friend, but th'other halfe of clay;
And since you act that part, As men say, here
Lies such a Prince, when but one part is there;
And doe all honour and devotion due
Vnto the whole, so we all reverence you;
For, such a friendship, who would not adore
In you, who are all what both were before,
Not all, as if some perished by this,
But so, as all in you contracted is;
As of this all, though many parts decay,
The pure which elemented them shall stay;
And though diffus'd, and spred in infinite,
Shall recollect, and in one All unite:
So Madame, as her Soule to heaven is fled,
Her flesh rests in the earth, as in the bed;

[CW: Her]