Lett her parents then confesse br That they beleeve her happinesse, br Which now they question. Thinke as you br Lent her the world, Heaven lent her you: br And is it just then to complayne br When each hath but his owne againe? br Then thinke what both your glories are br In her preferment: for tis farre br Nobler to gett a Saint, and beare br A childe to Heaven than an Heyre br To a large Empire. Thinke beside br Shee dyde not yong, but livde a Bride. br Your best wishes for her good br Were but to see her well bestowde: br Was shee not so? Shee marryed to br The heyre of all things: who did owe br Her infant Soule, and bought it too. br Nor was shee barren: markt you not br Those pretty little Graces, that br Play'd round about her sicke bedde; three br Th' eldst Faith, Hope, & Charity. br Twere pretty bigge ones, and the same br That cryde so on theyr Fathers name. br The yongst is gone with Her: the two br Eldest stay to comfort you, br And little though they bee, they can br Master the biggest foes of man. br Lastly thinke that Hir abode br With you was some fewe years boarde; br After hir marriage: now shee's gone br Home, royally attended on: br And if you had Elisha's sight br To see the number of her bright br Attendants thither; or Paul's rapt sprite br To see her Welcome there; why then, br Wish if you could Her here agen.