And then I found I lost life, death by flying:
Who hundreds live are but soe long a dying.
65Charon did let me passe: I'le him requite.
To marke the groves or shades wrongs my delight.
I'le speake but of those ghosts I found alone,
Those thousand ghosts, whereof myself made one,
All images of thee. I ask'd them, why?
70The Judge told me, all they for thee did dye,
And therefore had for their Elisian blisse,
In one another their owne Loves to kisse.