Death gets 'twixt soules and bodies such a place
As sinne insinuates 'twixt just men and grace,
45Both worke a separation, no divorce.
Her Soule is gone to usher up her corse
Which shall be'almost another soule, for there
Bodies are purer, then best Soules are here,
Because in her, her virtues did outgoe
50Her yeares, would'st thou, O emulous death, do so?
And kill her young to thy losse? must the cost
Of beauty,'and wit, apt to doe harme, be lost?