Because it need disguise no thought within. 60 'Twas but a through-light scarfe, her minde t'inroule; Or exhalation breath'd out from her Soule. One, whom all men who durst no more, admir'd: And whom, who ere had worth enough, desir'd; As when a Temple's built, Saints emulate 65 To which of them, it shall be consecrate. But, as when heaven lookes on us with new eyes, Those new starres every Artist exercise, What place they should assigne to them they doubt, Argue,'and agree not, till those starres goe out: 70 So the world studied whose this peece should be, Till shee can be no bodies else, nor shee: But like a Lampe of Balsamum, desir'd Rather t'adorne, then last, she soone expir'd, Cloath'd in her virgin white integritie, 75 For marriage, though it doe not staine, doth dye. To scape th'infirmities which wait upon Woman, she went away, before sh'was one; And the worlds busie noyse to overcome, Tooke so much death, as serv'd for _opium_; 80 For though she could not, nor could chuse to dye, She'ath yeelded to too long an extasie: Hee which not knowing her said History, Should come to reade the booke of destiny, How faire, and chast, humble, and high she'ad been, 85 Much promis'd, much perform'd, at not fifteene, And measuring future things, by things before, Should turne the leafe to reade, and reade no more, Would thinke that either destiny mistooke, Or that some leaves were torne out of the booke. 90 But 'tis not so; Fate did but usher her To yeares of reasons use, and then inferre Her destiny to her selfe, which liberty She tooke but for thus much, thus much to die. Her modestie not suffering her to bee 95 Fellow-Commissioner with Destinie, She did no more but die; if after her Any shall live, which dare true good prefer, Every such person is her deligate, T'accomplish that which should have beene her Fate. 100 They shall make up that Booke and shall have thanks Of Fate, and her, for filling up their blankes. For future vertuous deeds are Legacies, Which from the gift of her example rise; And 'tis in heav'n part of spirituall mirth, 105 To see how well the good play her, on earth. [Funerall ELEGIE. _1611_, _1612-69:_ _whole poem printed in italics_ _1612-25:_ _in roman 1611_] [1 lost, _1611_, _1612-25:_ lost _1633:_ losse _1635-69_] [2 chest. _1611-21:_ chest, _1625-69_] [8 Escurials,] escurials. _1611-25_] [13 aborted _1611_, _1612-33:_ abortive _1635-69_] [17 or, _1612-25:_ or _1633-69_] [18 a] an _1635-69_] [22-5 Princes, Counsellors _&c._ _all in capitals except_ Officers _1611_, _1612-25:_ _later editions erratic_] [24: backes, _1611:_ backes _1612-25:_ backs _1633-69_