Book II, 13: Davids Epitaph on Jonathan

Here lyes the fairest Flowre, that stood
In Isr'els Garden; now, in Blood;
Which, Death to make her Girland gay,
Hath cropt, against her Triumph Day:
Here, here lies Hee, whose Actions pen'd
The perfect Copie of a Frend:
Whose milke-white Vellam did incurre
No least suspition of a Blurre:
Here lyes th'example of a Brther,
Not to be follow'd by another;
The faire indented Counter-part
Of Davids Joy, of Davids Heart:
Rest then; For ver, rest alone;
Thy Ashes can be touch'd by none,
Till Death hath pickt one such another:
Here lyes a Flow'r, a Friend, a Brother.