Good friend for Jesus sake forbeare, To digg the dust encloased heare! Blest be the man that spares thes stones, And curst be he that moves my bones.

We are ready to try our fortunes to the last man.

On the bat’s back I do fly After summer merrily.

Weep not, sweet queen, for trickling tears are vain.

Adieu! I have too grieved a heart to take a tedious leave.

Farewell, my sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well.

The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet.