But if th'art too much woman, softly weepe.
Lest griefe disturbe the silence of her sleepe.
[20] we. 1634.
[21] Her Fate hath taught you: who, when what ever rare. 1634, 1635.
To Castara,
Being to take a journey.
What's death more than departure; the dead go
Like travelling exiles, compell'd to know
Those regions they heard mention of: Tis th'art