But leaue thy losse to me, that I should rue thee,
    Vnhappy man, and yet I neuer knew thee: 
    Me thou didst loue vnseene, so did I thee,
    It was our spirits that lou’d then and not wee; 20
    Therefore without profanenesse I may call
    The loue betwixt vs, loue spirituall: 
    But that which thou affectedst was so true,
    As that thereby thee perfectly I knew;
    And now that spirit, which thou so lou’dst, still mine,
    Shall offer this a Sacrifice to thine,
    And reare this Trophe, which for thee shall last,
    When this most beastly Iron age is past;
    I am perswaded, whilst we two haue slept,
    Our soules haue met, and to each other wept, 30
    That destenie so strongly should forbid,
    Our bodies to conuerse as oft they did: 
    For certainly refined spirits doe know,
    As doe the Angels, and doe here belowe
    Take the fruition of that endlesse blisse,
    As those aboue doe, and what each one is. 
    They see diuinely, and as those there doe,
    They know each others wills, so soules can too. 
      About that dismall time, thy spirit hence flew,
    Mine much was troubled, but why, I not knew, 40
    In dull and sleepy sounds, it often left me,
    As of it selfe it ment to haue bereft me,
    I asked it what the cause was, of such woe,
    Or what it might be, that might vexe it so,
    But it was deafe, nor my demand would here,
    But when that ill newes came, to touch mine eare,
    I straightwayes found this watchfull sperit of mine,
    Troubled had bin to take it leaue of thine,
    For when fate found, what nature late had done,
    How much from heauen, she for the earth had won 50
    By thy deare birth; said, that it could not be
    In so yong yeares, what it perceiu’d in thee,
    But nature sure, had fram’d thee long before;
    And as Rich Misers of their mighty store,
    Keepe the most precious longst, so from times past,
    She onely had reserued thee till the last;
    So did thy wisedome, not thy youth behold,
    And tooke thee hence, in thinking thou wast old. 
    Thy shape and beauty often haue to me
    Bin highly praysed, which I thought might be, 60
    Truely reported, for a spirit so braue,
    Which heauen to thee so bountifully gaue;
    Nature could not in recompence againe,
    In some rich lodging but to entertaine. 
    Let not the world report then, that the Peake,
    Is but a rude place only vast and bleake;
    And nothing hath to boast of but her Lead,
    When she can say that happily she bred
    Thee, and when she shall of her wonders tell
    Wherein she doth all other Tracts excell, 70
    Let her account thee greatst, and still to time
    Of all the rest, accord thee for the prime.