To CASTARA. Vpon thought of Age and Death.

THe breath of time shall blast the flowry Spring,
Which so perfumes thy cheeke, and with it bring
So d…rke a mist, as shall eclipse the light
Of thy faire eyes, in an eternall night.
Some melancholly chamber of the earth,
(For that like Time devoures whom it gave breath),
Thy beauties shall entombe, while all who ere
Lov'd nobly, offer up their serrowes there.
But I vvhose griefe no formall limits bound,
Beholding the darke caverne of that ground,
VVill there immure my selfe. And thus I shall
Thy mourner be, and my ovvne funerall.
Else by the vveeping magicke of my verse,
Thou hadst reviv'd▪ to triumph o're thy hearse.