"Witty above her sexe, but that's not all,

Wise to salvation was good Mistriss Hall.

Something of Shakspeare was in that, but this

Wholy of him with whom she's now in blisse.

Then, passenger, hast ne're a teare,

To weepe with her that wept with all:

That wept, yet set her selfe to chere

Them up with comforts cordiall.

Her love shall live, her mercy spread,

When thou hast ne're a teare to shed."