(O why should death on him such outrage show?)
And all his passing skill with him is fled,
The fame whereof doth daily greater grow;
But if on me some little drops would flow
Of that the spring was in his learned head,
I soon should learn these words to wail my woe,
And teach the trees their trickling tears to shed."
The last line is a good specimen of alliteration.
E. N. W.
Southwark, Nov. 17. 1851.