An Elegiack Song, On the Death of Mrs. Elizabeth Sambroke, who Died at Salisbury, April 11. 1655

Tell not me my Cælia's dead,

And that (as she) our love is fled:

Love (as the Soul) no change comes nigh,

'Tis immortall, ne'r can die.

Her love abides, though mounted high'r,

(For flames ascending do'nt expire;)

And my flame (like the light)

Which does releeve the night

Of the dark sepulchre,

(Gilding the shadowes there)

Shall ever wake and to my Cælia burn,

Constant to the cold Marble, and the Urne.