hEN my grave is broke up again

    Some second guest to entertain,

    —For graves  woman-head,

    to be to more than one a bed—

    And  digs it, spies

    A bracelet of brig the bone,

    ill  let us alone,

    And t there a loving couple lies,

    t t be some way

    to make t t busy day

    Meet at ttle stay?

    If time, or land,

    ion doth command,

    t digs us up will bring

    Us to the king,

    to make us relics ; then

    t be a Mary Magdalen, and I

    A somethereby ;

    All women shall adore us, and some men.

    And, since at sucime miracles are sought,

    I aught

    miracles we .

    First hfully,

    Yet kne w we loved, nor why ;

    Difference of sex we never knew,

    No more than guardian angels do ;

    Coming and going we

    Perc kiss, but not bethose meals ;

    Our ouche seals,

    ure, injured by late las free.

    t now alas !

    All measure, and all language, I should pass,

    Sell w a miracle she was.

    ors kno why,

    And my friends curiosity

    ill  up to survey eac,

    ure in my ,

    You think a sudden damp of love

    ill their senses move,

    And hem as me, and so prefer

    Your murder to the name of massacre,

    Poor victories ; but if you dare be brave,

    And pleasure in your conquest have,

    First kill t, your Disdain ;

    And let tress  be slain ;

    And like a Goth and Vandal ri