Happy Grave, thou dost enshrine br That which makes thee a rich mine: br Remember yet, 'tis but a loane; br And wee must have it back, Her owne, br The very same; Marke mee, the same: br Thou canst not cheat us with a lame br Deformed Carcase; Shee was fayre, br Fresh as Morning, sweete as Ayre: br Purer than other flesh as farre br As other Soules than Bodies are: br And that thou mayst the better see br To finde her out: two stars there bee br Eclipsed now; uncloude but those br And they will poynt thee to the Rose br That dyde each cheeke, now pale and wan, br But will bee when shee wakes againe br Fresher than ever: And howere br Her long sleepe may alter Her br Her Soule will know her Body streight, br Twas made so fitt for't. Noe deceite br Can suite another to it: none br Cloath it so neatly as its owne.