Calamity was laid on Sorrow’s hearse,
And coverings had of melancholy verse.
Compassion, a kind friend, did1 mourning go,
And tears about the corpse as flowers strow.
A garland of deep sighs, by pity made, 5
Upon Calamity’s sad corpse was laid;2
Bells of complaints did ring it to the grave;
Poets a monument of fame it gave.3