An Epitaph Vpon Husband and Wife, which died, and were buried together.

TO these, Whom Death again did wed,
This Grave's the second Marriage-Bed.
For though the hand of Fate could force,
'Twixt Soule and body a Divorce:
It could not sever Man and Wife,
Because they both liv'd but one Life.
Peace, good Reader, doe not weepe;
Peace, the Lovers are asleepe:
They (sweet Turtles) folded lye,
In the last knot that love could tye.
Let them sleepe, let them sleepe on,
Till this stormy night be gone.
And th' eternall morrow dawne,
Then the Curtaines will bee drawne,
And they waken with that Light,
Whose day shall never sleepe in Night.