RICHARD CRASHAW

342. An Epitaph upon Husband and Wife

Who died and were buried together.

HPO these whom death again did wed

This grave 's the second marriage-bed. For though the hand of Fate could force 'Twixt soul and body a divorce, It could not sever man and wife, Because they both lived but one life. Peace, good reader, do not weep ; Peace, the lovers are asleep. They, sweet turtles, folded lie In the last knot that love could tie. Let them sleep, let them sleep on, Till the stormy night be gone, And the eternal morrow dawn ; Then the curtains will be drawn, And they wake into a light Whose day shall never die in night.

RICHARD LOVELACE

343. To Lucasta^ going to the Wars

r T"'ELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind,

• That from the nunnery

Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly.

True, a new mistress now I chase,

The first foe in the field ; And with a stronger faith embrace

A sword, a horse, a shield.

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