Classic Poem

Will you still lament and rayse
A shade from rest
doe you loue and will molest
A harmles Ghost with Ayes
Babram, by my loue forbeare
to shed A teare
or spend A groane, unless for Tombes
youle haue me come to haunt your romes
ah should I proue
A Goblin to the place I loue
no, no rather lett me keepe
my peacefull vrne
Then to the Comon light returne
and want my silken sleepe
I am ould and loue to bee
mongst Auncestry
wher in charnels we compare
our Grandsires bones to those which are
in theis dayes when
the Age breeds boyes not men
but howsoeuer theyse defaults
haue fate alike in uaults.
this from the dead: prepare to come,
for me and you benignant Earth has rome
meane while Gods benison and good mens vowes
preuent your Acts, Peace guard this house
Exit Parkenson: