Sir Philip Sidney

E. B., "Epitaph upon Sir Philip Sydney" A Collection of several ingentious Poems and Songs by the Wits of the Age (1660) 113-14.

Deep lamenting loss of Treasure
Shews tormenting without measure,
Wisdom wailing, Honor crying,
Altogether do betoken
Greater care then can be spoken.

Loss of wealth may be recovered,
Deadly peril soon discover'd;
Mortal wounds may be endured,
And their depth may well be cured
But my hope of help is none,
But both love and life is gone.

When I lived then I loved;
But my love from life removed,
And despair discomfort giving,
What is this but dying living?
Living death a sorrow, such
Never creature knew so much.

Reason, Sence, and Learning sweeting,
Where the Muses had their meeting;
Natures Grace, and Honors Glory,
Of the World the woful story,
That with bitter tears be read
Sweet Sir Philips Sidneys dead.

Dead! O no in heaven he liveth,
Whom the heavens such honor giveth,
That though here his Body lye,
Yet his soul doth never dye;
And as fame shall perish never,
So his faith shall live forever.