XI. The first part. An Elegie in memoriall of the death of that honorable Knight sir Iohn Shelton.
[1]
Sound, saddest notes with rewfull moning,
Tune euery straine with teares & weeping,
Conclude each close, with sighes and groning,
Sing, but your song no Musique keeping,
Saue direful sound of dismal word,
Shelton is slaine with fatall sword.
[XII. The second part. Let euery sharp, in sharp tune figure]
[2]
Let euery sharp, in sharp tune figure,
the too sharp death he hath endured,
let euery flat, shew flat the rigor of
Fortunes spight, to all envred,
And in his death, and Fortune tell, and Fortune tell,
that neither death nor fates did well.
3
Say death hath lost, by him deuouring,
The cheefe of all his kingdomes glory,
Say Fortune by hir suddaine lowring,
Hath hid hir honour in deaths story.
Yet say for all that they can doe,
Hee liues where neither haue to doe.
4
He liues although his losse lamented,
Of prince & countrie (to both pretious)
He liues, whose honour is imprinted,
In vertues roule, (foe to the vitious)
He liues at rest in heauens high throne,
Whom here on earth his friēds bemone
