Funerall Elegies: Eleg. 18

SO may the faire aspect of pleased heaven
Conforme my noone of daies, & crowne their even;
So may the gladder smiles of earth present
My fortunes with the height of jos, content;
As I lament, with unaffected breath,
Our losse (deare Ailmer) in thy happy death:
May the false teare, that's forc'd, or slides by Art,
That hath no warrant from the soule, the heart,
Or that exceeds not natures faint commission,
Or dares (unvented) come to composition;
O, may that teare in stricter judgement rise
Against those false, those faint, those flattring eyes.