Horror to say thou wert! Curst that we must
Addresse our language to a little dust,
And seeke for Talbot there. Injurious fate,
To lay my lifes ambition desolate.
Yet thus much comfort have I, that I know,
Not how it can give such another blow.
Elegie, 5.
Chast as the Nuns first vow, as fairely bright
As when by death her Soule shines in full light