When once I have discharged that mournful score, BISHOP KING. SONNET. O longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly, sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell. Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it: for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. Oh! if, I say, you look upon this verse When I, perhaps, compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love e'en with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan, And mock you with me, after I am gone. SHAKESPEARE. EPITAPH ON MARIA WENTWORTH. ND here the precious dust is laid, Else the soul grew so fast within, In height it soar'd to God above, Before, a pious duty shined. Good to the poor, to kindred dear, So, though a virgin, yet a bride Learn from hence, reader, what small trust CAREW. EPITAPH ON THE LADY MARY VILLIERS. HE Lady Mary Villiers lies Under this stone-with weeping eyes, And their sad friends, laid her in earth. If any of them, reader, were Known unto thee, then shed a tear; As dear to thee as this to them: Though thou, a stranger to this place, BEN JONSON. EPITAPH. HIS little vault, this narrow room, 'Twas but a bud, yet did contain BEN JONSON. AT INSCRIPTION MELROSE ABBEY. HE earth buildeth on the earth castles and towers; The earth sayeth to the earth, "All shall be ours ;" The earth walketh on the earth, glistering like gold; The earth goeth to the earth sooner than it wold. UNKNOWN. VERSES ON SIR PHILIP SIDNEY. OU knew-who knew not? Astrophel, Within these woods of Arcady, He chief delight and pleasure took; The Muses met him every day, When he descended from the mount, To hear him speak and sweetly smile, |