(For graves have learn'd that woman-head
To be to more then one a Bed)
5And he that digs it, spies
A bracelet of bright haire about the bone,
Will he not let'us alone,
And thinke that there a loving couple lies,
Who thought that this device might be some way
10To make their soules, at the last busie day,
Meet at this grave, and make a little stay?
If this fall in a time, or land,