When Oxford gave thee two degrees in art
And love possest thee master of my heart
Thy colledge fellowshipp thow lefs't for mine
And nought but deathe could seprate me from thine.
Thirty five yeares we liv'de in wedlocke bands
Conjoyned in our hearts as well as handes
But death the bodies of best friendes devides
And in the earths close wombe their relyckes hides
Yet here they are not lost but sowen that they
May rise more glorious at the Iudgment Day.