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As howses fall not though the king remoue, Bodies of Saints rest for their soules aboue. Death getts twixt Soules, and bodies such a place As sinne insinvates, twixt iust Men, and grace, Both worke a Seperation, no Diuorce: Her Soule is gone to vsher vp her course, Which shall bee allmost another soule; for there Bodies are purer, then best soules are here. Because in her her vertues did out goe Her yeeres, wouldst thou O Emvlous death, do so? And kyll her young to thy losse? Must the cost Of beauty, and witt apt to doe harme bee lost? What though thou foundst her proofe gainst sins of youth Oh euery age a divers sin persuth. Thou shouldst haue stayd, and taken better hold Shortly ambitious, covetous, when old Shee might haue proud: And such deuotion Might once haue strayd to Superstition. In all her vertues mvst haue growne, yett might Aboundant vertue haue bred a proud delight, Had shee perseuerd iust, there would haue bin Some that would sinne, Mis-thinkinge shee did sinne Such as would call her friendship, loue, and fame To sociablenesse a name prophane, Or Sinne by tempting, or not daring that By wishing, though they never tolde her whatt Thus mightst thou haue slayne more Soules, hadst thou not crost Thy selfe, And to tryvmph, thine Armie lost. Yett though these ways bee lost, thou hast left one, Which is Imoderate Griefe, that she is gone. But wee may scape that Sinne, yett weepe as mvch. [CW: Our] |
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