620 Our dole more deadly lookes than dying

621Balmes, and Gummes, and heavy cheeres,

622Sacred vials fill'd with teares,

623And clamors through the wild ayre flying.

624Come all sad, and solempne Showes,

625That are quick-eyd pleasures foes;

626We convent nought else but woes. We convent, &c.

6273. Qu. This funeral path, brings to your housholds grave:

628Ioy ceaze on you againe: peace sleepe with him.

6292. Qu. And this to yours.

6301. Qu. Yours this way: Heavens lend

631A thousand differing waies, to one sure end.

6323. Qu. This world's a Citty full of straying Streetes,

633And Death's the market place, where each one meetes.

637Iailor. I may depart with little, while I live, some thing I

638May cast to you, not much: Alas the Prison I

639Keepe, though it be for great ones, yet they seldome

640Come; Before one Salmon, you shall take a number

641Of Minnowes: I am given out to be better lyn'd

642Then it can appeare, to me report is a true

643Speaker: I would I were really, that I am

644Deliverd to be: Marry, what I have (be it what

645it will) I will assure upon my daughter at

646The day of my death.

647Wooer. Sir I demaund no more then your owne offer,

648And I will estate your Daughter in what I

649Have promised,

D Iailor.