VERA VENVSTAS
Corporis
PROUD Eastern Queene,
Borne forth in splendour to thy buriall.
What need of gems
To deck thee? Bear the Tyrian gauds aside.
Thy own dead loveliness outshines the pride
Of diadems.
Animæ
O splendid hearte,
Scorned and afflicted, still thou needest not
Comfort of me.
What matter though the body be uncouthe
Wherein thou art? Fear not. He seeth truth
Who gave it thee.
[To be chaunted as in a solemn Dumpe by such as fear God.]