Yet venter not; tis nobler farre to sway
The heart of man, than beasts, who man obey.
Upon Castara's departure.
Vowes are vaine. No suppliant breath
Stayes the speed of swift-heel'd death.
Life with her is gone and I
Learne but a new way to dye.
See the flowers condole, and all
Wither in my funerall.