II.
[If euer haples womā had a cause]
[1]
If euer haples womā had a cause
To breath her plaintes into the open ayre,
And neuer suffer inward griefe to pause
Or seeke her sorrow shaken soules repayre
Then I for I haue lost my onelie brother
Whose like this age can scarsly yeeld an other.
2
Come therefore mournefull Muses and lament,
Forsake all wanton pleasing motions,
Bedeu your cheekes, stil shal my teares be spent:
Yet stil increast with inundations.
For I must weepe, since I haue lost my brother.
Whose like, &c.
3
The cruell hand of murther cloyde with bloud,
Lewdly depriude him of his mortall life:
Woe the death attended blades that stoode,
In opposition gainst him in the strife,
VVherein he fell, and where I lost a brother,
VVhose like &c.
4
Then vnto griefe let me a Temple make,
And mourning dayly, enter sorrowes portes,
Knocke on my breast, sweete brother for thy sake,
Nature and loue will both be my consorts,
And helpe me aye to wayle my onely brother.
