An Elogie on the Right Honourable Lady, the Lady Arrabella Steward.
Wake sorrow wake
Wake sorrow wake, sith shee is falne a sleepe, she is falne a
sleepe, A sleepe in death, who was Entombt who was Entombt in life. Eyes weepe out sight, or see but still to weepe, and
weepe for losse of a most constant wife, who now is dead. Aye mee shees dead,
Aye me shees dead, Then mind we still her name, name still her name, with hearts of lead.
Arbella
, farewell deare widdow wife farewell in death,
that fardst so ill so ill in life, that fardst so ill in life, so ill in life, sole Parragon,
for grace and Princely parts, thy vault still keepes our thoughts thy chest our
hearts, thy vault still keepes our thoughts thy chest our hearts.
