I will not weep, for 'twere as great a sin br To shed a tear for thee, as to have bin br An Actor in thy death. Thy life and age br Was but a various Scene on fortunes Stage, br With whom thou tugg'st & strov'st ev'n out of breath br In thy long toil: nere master'd till thy death; br And then despight of trains and cruell wit, br Thou did'st at once subdue malice and it. br I dare not then so blast thy memory br As say I do lament or pity thee. br Were I to choose a subject to bestow br My pity on, he should be one as low br In spirit as desert. That durst not dy br But rather were content by slavery br To purchase life: or I would pity those br Thy most industrious and friendly foes: br Who when they thought to make thee scandals story br Lent thee a swifter flight to Heav'n and glory. br That thought by cutting off some wither'd dayes, br (Which thou could'st spare them) to eclipse thy praise; br Yet gave it brighter foil, made thy ag'd fame br Appear more white and fair, then foul their shame: br And did promote an Execution br Which (but for them) Nature and Age had done. br Such worthless things as these were onely born br To live on Pities almes (too mean for scorn.) br Thou dy'dst an envious wonder, whose high fate br The world must still admire, scarce imitate.