She is restor'd to life. Unthrifty Death,
Thy mercie in permitting vitall breath
Backe to Castara, hath enlarg'd us all,
Whome griefe had martyr'd in her funerall.
While others in the ocean of their teares,
Had sinking, wounded the beholders eares,
With exclamations: I without a grone,
Had suddenly congeal'd into a stone:
There stood a statue, till the generall doome;
Had ruin'd time and memory with her tombe.