I LEAVE them, now the trumpet calls away; br In vain thine eyes beg for some times reprieving; br Yet in my children here immortall stay: br In one I die, in many ones am living: br In them, and for them stay thy too much grieving: br Look but on them, in them thou still wilt see br Marry'd with thee again thy twice-two Antonie. br br And when with little hands they stroke thy face, br As in thy lap they sit (ah carelesse) playing, br And stammering ask a kisse, give them a brace; br The last from me : and then a little staying, br And in their face some part of me survaying, br In them give me a third, and with a teare br Show thy deare love to him, who lov'd thee ever deare.