Then say my part
Must be to weep
Out them, to keep
A poor, yet loving heart.
Say too, she would have this;
She shall: then my hope is,
That when I'm poor
And nothing have
To send or save,
I'm sure she'll ask no more.
Carcanet, necklace.
124. UPON ONE LILY, WHO MARRIED WITH A MAID CALLED ROSE.
What times of sweetness this fair day foreshows,
Whenas the Lily marries with the Rose!
What next is look'd for? but we all should see
To spring from thee a sweet posterity.
125. AN EPITAPH UPON A CHILD.
Virgins promis'd when I died
That they would each primrose-tide
Duly, morn and evening, come,
And with flowers dress my tomb.
Having promis'd, pay your debts,
Maids, and here strew violets.
127. THE HOUR-GLASS.
That hour-glass which there you see
With water fill'd, sirs, credit me,
