All kings and their favourites All glory of honours beauties wits The sun itself which makes time as they passs
Is elder by a year now than it was When thou and I first one another saw All other things to their destruction draw Only our love hath no decay This no tomorrow hath nor yesterday Running it never runs from us away
But truly keeps his first last everlasting day Two Grave must hide thine and my corse If one might death were divorce.
When my grave is brokeup again Some second guest to entertain For graves have learn'd that woman head To be to more than one a bed And she that digs it spies A bracelet if bright hair about the bone
Will not she let us alone And think that there a loving couple lies Who thought that this device might be some way To make their souls at the last busy day Meet at this grave and make a little stay If this fall in a time or land.
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