Funerall Elegies: Eleg. 16

QVicke-sould Pythagoras, O thou that wert
So many men, and didst so oft revert
From shades of death, (if we may trust to Fame)
With losse of nothing but thy buried name;
Hadst thou but liv'd in this our Ailmers time,
Thou wouldst have dyde once more, to live in him;
Or had our Ailmer in those daies of thine,
But dyde, and left so glorious, so divine
A soule as his, how would thy hasty brst
Have gasp'd to entertaine so faire a guest!
Which if obtained, had (no doubt) supplyde thee
With that immortall state thy Sire denyde thee.