Out of my dust, O may some virtue rise!
And like thy better Genius thee attend,
Till thou in my dark period shall end.
Lastly, my constant truth let me commend
To him thou choosest next to be thy friend.
For (witness all things good) I would not have
40Thy youth and beauty married to my grave,
'T would show thou didst repent the style of wife,
Shouldst thou relapse into a single life.
They with preposterous grief the world delude,