But thou shrieking harbinger, To this troop come thou not near. From this session interdict Let the priest in surplice white, And thou, treble-dated crow, Here the anthem doth commence : So they lov'd, as love in twain Hearts remote, yet not asunder; So between them love did shine, Property was thus appall'd, Single nature's double name go. Reason, in itself confounded, That it cry'd, how true a twain Whereupon it made this threne, THRENOS. Beauty, truth, and rarity, Grace in all simplicity, Here inclos'd in cinders lie. Death is now the phoenix' nest; And the turtle's loyal breast Leaving no posterity: Truth To this urn let those repair That are either true or fair; WM. SHAKE-SPEARE. THE END. GILBERT & RIVINGTON, Printers, St. John's Square, London. |