Sleep, fleshly birth, in peaceful earth
And let thine ears list to the music of the spheres
While we around this fairy ground
Thy doleful obit keeping
Make marble melt with weeping
With num’rous feet we’ll part and meet
Then chorus-like in a ring thy praises sing
While show’rs of flow’rs bestrew thee
We’ll thus with tears bedew thee
Rest in soft peace, sweet youth, and there remain
’till soul and body meet to join again <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Robert Ramsey<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Draw on, sweet Night, best friend unto those cares
That do arise from painful melancholy;
My life so ill through want of comfort fares,
That unto thee I consecrate it wholly.
Sweet Night, draw on; my griefs, when they be told
To shades and darkness, find some ease from paining;
And while thou all in silence dost enfold,
I then shall have best time for my complaining.
John Wilbye 1574-1638<\/pre>\n\n\n\n