O Death, Made Proud With Pure And

Friendship Is Constant In All Other Things, Save In The Office And Affairs Of Love.

'tis Thought The King Is Dead; We Will Not Stay. The Bay Trees In Our Country Are All Wither'd.

The Seasons Change Their Manners, As The Year Had Found Some Months Asleep And Leapt Them Over.

For Death Remembered Should Be Like A Mirror, Who Tells Us Life’s But Breath, To Trust It Error.

Time Travels In Divers Paces With Divers Persons.