Both which Northumberland's dear loss improve,
And make his sorrow equal to his love.
The rest fall for ourselves, who, cast behind,
Cannot yet reach the peace which thou dost find;
But slowly follow thee in that dull stage
Which most untimely posted hence thy age.
Thus, like religious pilgrims, who design
40A short salute to their beloved shrine,
Most sad and humble votaries we come,
To offer up our sighs upon thy tomb,