Upon the Premature death of the most Generous and Ingenious

Teres I do shedde, yet are they shedde in vaine,
Nor can they call him backe to life againe:

Yet sigh I will, to
wake him from his
sleep,
Thus whilst he sleepes
in Earth, on Earth
ile weepe.
So my sad groanes sent forth vnfeignedly
May moue the hardest heart to pitty me,
To pittie me, that
though I cannot
haue
The priuiledge to
see my husbands
graue
Yet may my teres (as me it doth behue)
Transported be to testifie my loue:
My loue which euer
shall these obites
keepe,
She can doe verie
little cannot
weepe.