When thou must home

When thou must home to shades of under ground,

And there arriv'd a newe admired guest,

The beauteous sprits do ingirt thee round,

White Iope, blith Hellen, and the rest,

To heare the stories of thy finisht love,

From that smoothe toong whose musicke hall can move.

Then wilt thou speake of banqueting delights,

Of masks and revels which sweete youth did make,

Of Turnies and great challanges of knights,

And all these triumphes for thy beauties sake,

When thou hast told these honours done to thee,

Then tell, O tell how thou didst murther me.