And if unfit for tombes and hearse
30Our legend bee, it will be fit for verse;
And if no peece of Chronicle wee prove,
We'll build in sonnets pretty roomes;
As well a well wrought urne becomes
The greatest ashes, as halfe-acre tombes,
35And by these hymnes, all shall approve
Us Canoniz'd for Love:
And thus invoke us; You whom reverend love
Made one anothers hermitage;