had so But if precedency in death doth bar The A fourth place in your sacred sepulchre, teous Under this curled marble of thine own, gol Sleep, rare tragedian! Shakspeare, sleep alone, her That unto us and others it may be he tre Honor hereafter to be laid by thee! A HYMN TO THE SAINTS, AND TO MAR- WHETHER that soul, which now comes up to you, Whether it take a name named there before, Than was in heaven till now; (for may not he A kind alone ;) whatever order grow Blest order, that hath him! the loss of him Gangrened all orders here; all lost a limb! Never made body such haste to confess What a soul was; all former comeliness Fled in a minute, when the soul was gone, And, having lost that beauty, would have none: So fell our monasteries, in an instant grown, Not to less houses, but to heaps of stone; So sent his body that fair form it wore, Unto the sphere of forms, and doth (before His soul shall fill up his sepulchral stone) Anticipate a resurrection; For, as in his fame, now, his soul is here, So in the form thereof his body is there. And if, fair soul, not with first innocents Thy station be, but with the penitents; (And who shall dare to ask then, when I am Dyed scarlet in the blood of that pure Lamb, Whether that color, which is scarlet then, Were black or white before in eyes of men?) When thou rememberest what sins thou didst find Amongst those many friends now left behind, And seest such sinners as they are, with thee Got thither by repentance, let it be Thy wish to wish all there, to wish them clean: With him a David, her a Magdalen. END OF FUNERAL ELEGIES. HOLY SONNETS. I. LA CORONA. DEIGN at my hands this crown of prayer and praise, Thou, which of good hast, yea, art treasury, But what thy thorny crown gained, that give me, A crown of glory, which doth flower always. The ends crown our works, but thou crown'st our ends, For at our ends begins our endless rest; II. ANNUNCIATION. SALVATION to all that will is nigh; |