Armelins Epitaph

NEare to this Eglantine
Enclosed lies the milke-white Armeline;
Once Cloris only joy,
Now only her annoy,
Who envied was of the most happy Swaines
That keep their Flocks in Mountaines, Dales, or Plains:
For oft she bore the wanton in her Arme,
And oft her Bed, and Bosome did he warme;
Now when unkinder Fates did him destroy,
Blest Dog he had the Grace,
That Cloris for him wet with teares her Face.