Soft Mercie to bright Justice said,
O sister! we are both betray’d;
White Innocence lay on the ground
By Truth, and wept at either’s wound.
The sons of Levi did lament,
Their lamps went out, their oil was spent.
Heav’n hath his soul, and only we
Spin out our lives in misery.
So, Death, thou missest of thy ends,
And kill’st not him, but kill’st his friends.