The most you sought was her [promotion],
For 'twas your heaven she should be advanc'd;
And weep ye now, seeing she is advanc'd
Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?
O, in this love you love your child so ill
That you run mad seeing that she is [well];
She's not well married that lives married long,
But she's best married that dies married young.
Dry up your tears, and stick your [rosemary]
On this fair corse, and, [as the custom is],