To the memory of the faire and thrice vertuous Gentlewoman, Mistris Elizabeth Neuell

A nymph is dead, milde, vertuous, young & faire,
Death neuer counts by dayes, or mon'ths, or yeeres:
Oft in his sight the Infant old appeares,
And to his earthly mansion must repaire.
Vuhy should our sighes disturbe the quiet Aire?
For when the flood of Time to ruine beares,
No beauty can preuaile, nor parents teares.
Vuhen life is gone, we of the flesh despaire,
Yet still the happy soule immortall liues
In heauen, as we with pious hope conceiue,
And to the Maker endlesse prayses giues,
That she so soone this lothsome world might leaue
Vue iudge that glorious Spirit doubly blest,
Vuhich from short life ascends t' eternall rest.