When age nor time had power to ceaze vpon her. 
      But when the vnpittying Fates her end decreed,
    They to the same did instantly proceed,
    For well they knew (if she had languish’d so)
    As those which hence by naturall causes goe,
    So many prayers, and teares for her had spoken,
    As certainly their Iron lawes had broken, 100
    And had wak’d heau’n, who clearely would haue show’d
    That change of Kingdomes to her death it ow’d;
    And that the world still of her end might thinke,
    It would haue let some Neighbouring mountaine sinke. 
    Or the vast Sea it in on vs to cast,
    As Seuerne did about some fiue yeares past: 
    Or some sterne Comet his curld top to reare,
    Whose length should measure halfe our Hemisphere. 
    Holding this height, to say some will not sticke,
    That now I raue, and am growne lunatique:  110
    You of what sexe so ere you be, you lye,
    ’Tis thou thy selfe is lunatique, not I.
    I charge you in her name that now is gone,
    That may coniure you, if you be not stone,
    That you no harsh, nor shallow rimes decline,
    Vpon that day wherein you shall read mine. 
    Such as indeed are falsely termed verse,
    And will but sit like mothes vpon her herse;
    Nor that no child, nor chambermaide, nor page,
    Disturbe the Rome, the whilst my sacred rage, 120
    In reading is; but whilst you heare it read,
    Suppose, before you, that you see her dead,
    The walls about you hung with mournfull blacke,
    And nothing of her funerall to lacke,
    And when this period giues you leaue to pause,
    Cast vp your eyes, and sigh for my applause.

Vpon the noble Lady ASTONS departure for Spaine

  I many a time haue greatly marueil’d, why

Men say, their friends depart when as they die,
How well that word, a dying, doth expresse,
I did not know (I freely must confesse,)
Till her departure:  for whose missed sight,
I am enforc’d this Elegy to write: 
But since resistlesse fate will haue it so,
That she from hence must to Iberia goe,
And my weak wishes can her not detaine,
I will of heauen in policy complaine, 10
That it so long her trauell should adiourne,
Hoping thereby to hasten her returne. 

The witches Can those of Norway for their wage procure, of the By their blacke spells a winde that shall endure Northerly Till from aboard the wished land men see, legions sell And fetch the harbour, where they long to be, windes to Can they by charmes doe this and cannot I passengers.  Who am the Priest of Phoebus, and so hie,
              Sit in his fauour, winne the Poets god,
              To send swift Hermes with his snaky rod, 20