Will there immure my selfe. And thus I shall
Thy mourner be, and my owne funerall.
Else by the weeping magicke of my verse,
Thou hadst reviv'd, to triumph o're thy hearse.
[24] (For she like Time devoures whom she gave breath)
[25]To the Right Honourable, the Lord P.
My Lord.
The reverend man by magicke of his prayer
Hath charm'd so, that I and your daughter are