The Court would mend, and a good Christian bee.
And Ladies though unhansome, out of grace,
Would heare thee, in their unbought lookes, and face.
More I could write, but let this crowne thine Urne,
80Wee cannot hope the like, till thou returne.
Upon Mr J. Donne, and his Poems.
WHO dares say thou art dead, when he doth see
(Unburied yet) this living part of thee?