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III

1

O! for some honest lover's ghost,

Some kind unbodied post
Sent from the shades below!
I strangely long to know,
Whether the nobler chaplets wear,5
Those that their mistress' scorn did bear,
Or those that were us'd kindly.

2

For whatsoe'er they tell us here

To make those sufferings dear,
'Twill there I fear be found,10
That to the being crown'd
T' have loved alone will not suffice,
Unless we also have been wise,
And have our loves enjoy'd.

3

What posture can we think him in,15

That here unlov'd again
Departs, and 's thither gone
Where each sits by his own?
Or how can that elysium be,
Where I my mistress still must see20
Circled in others' arms?

4

For there the judges all are just,

And Sophonisba must
Be his whom she held dear,
Not his who lov'd her here:25
The sweet Philoclea, since she died,
Lies by her Pirocles his side,
Not by Amphialus.

5

Some bays, perchance, or myrtle bough,

For difference crowns the brow30
Of those kind souls that were
The noble martyrs here;
And if that be the only odds
(As who can tell?) ye kinder gods,
Give me the woman here.35