That them the vertue of my shrine,
By miracle so long refine;
Till they prove innocent as mine.
Upon Castara's absence.
Tis madnesse to give Physicke to the dead;
Then leave me friends: Yet haply you'd here
A lecture; but I'le not dissected be,
T' instruct your Art by my anatomie.
But still you trust your sense, sweare you discry