Of love, and truth, thro’ life sincere;
Nor death should part; for from the grave
Short time should the surviver save:
She was not gone a week or more,
Until this young man sicken’d sore,
He sicken’d sore, and heart-broke died,
Which pleas’d her parents’ greedy pride;
Who to another would her wed,
Forgetful what she’d sworn and said.
The eve that he in grave was laid,