Fare thee well, king: sith thus thou wilt appear, Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here.
Diseases desperate grown By desperate appliances are relieved, Or not at all.
With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage.
Away! Thou'rt poison to my blood.
My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy.
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.