Whose thus vntymely death, if any[1474] grieue,
Know hee, hee liu’d to dye, and dyde to liue:
Untymely neuer coms the liue’s last mett,
In cradell death may rightly clayme his[1475] debt:
Straight after byrth due is the fatall beere:
By death’s permission th’aged[1476] linger heere:
Euen in the swathbands our commission goeth
To loose thy breath, that yet but yongly bloweth.
94.
Happy, thryse happy, who so loosth his breath,