Oh, for some honest lover's ghost, br Some kind unbodied post br Sent from the shades below! br I strangely long to know br Whether the noble chaplets wear br Those that their mistress' scorn did bear br Or those that were used kindly. br br For whatsoe'er they tell us here br To make those sufferings dear, br 'Twill there, I fear, be found br That to the being crowned br T' have loved alone will not suffice, br Unless we also have been wise br And have our loves enjoyed. br br What posture can we think him in br That, here unloved, again br Departs, and 's thither gone br Where each sits by his own? br Or how can that Elysium be br Where I my mistress still must see br Circled in other's arms? br br For there the judges all are just, br And Sophonisba must br Be his whom she held dear, br Not his who loved her here. br The sweet Philoclea, since she died, br Lies by her Pirocles his side, br Not by Amphialus.