Seeing not in youth, then short of yeares to crowne
Her head with age, she di’de by death’s constraint,
But ripe in yeares, and loaden with renowne;
Made mellow for the graue, she lai’d her downe:
And leauing earth that part, which earth had giuen,
On faith’s strong wings she tooke her flight for heauen.
Heere Clio ceast, her lute no more did sound,
But in a moment mounting from the ground,
She vanisht from my sight, and with her fled
The place of pleasure which mine eyes had fed;