1All you that have indulgent parents been,
2And have your children in perfection seen
3Of youth and beauty: lend one tear to me,
4And trust me, I will do as much for thee,
5Unless my own grief do exhaust my store;
6Then will I sigh till I suspire
no more. 7Twice hath the Earth thrown Chloris’s
mantle by, 8Embroidered o’er with curious
tapestry, 9And twice hath seemed to mourn unto our sight,
10Like Jews or Chinesses in snowy white
, 11Since she
laid down her milky limbs on earth, 12Which, dying, gave her virgin
soul new birth. 13Yet still my heart is overwhelmed with grief,
14And tears (alas) gives sorrow no relief.
15Twice hath sad Philomele
left off to sing 16Her mortifying
sonnets to the spring. 17Twice at the sylvan
choristers’ desire 18She hath lent her music to complete their choir,
19Since all devouring Death on her
took seizure, 20And Tellus’s
womb involved
so rich a treasure. 
21Yet still my heart is overwhelmed with grief,
22And time, nor tears, will give my woes relief.
23Twelve times hath Phoebe
, hornéd, seemed to fight, 24As often filled them with her brother’s light
, 25Since she
did close her sparkling diamond eyes; 26Yet my sad heart, for her still pining
, dies. 27Through the twelve houses
hath the illustrious sun 28With splendency
his annual journey run. 29Twice hath his fiery, furious horses hurled
30His blazing chariot to the lower world,
31Showing his luster to the wond’ring eyes
32Of our (now so well known) antipodes
, 33Since the brack
of her spotless virgin story
, 34Which now her soul doth end in endless glory.
35Yet my afflicted, sad, forsaken soul
36For her in tears and ashes still doth roll
. 37O could a fever spot her snowy skin,
38Whose virgin soul was scarcely soiled with sin?
39Ay me, it did! So have I sometimes seen
40Fair maidens sit encircled on a green,
41White lilies spread when they were making poses
, 42Upon them scatter leaves of damask roses
, 43E’en so, the spots upon her fair skin shows

44Like lily leaves sprinkled with damask rose
, 45Or, as a stately hart
to death pursued 46By ravening hounds, his
eyes with tears bedewed, 47An arrow sticking in his trembling breast,
48His lost condition to the life
expressed, 49So trips he o’er the lawns on trodden snow,
50And from his side his guiltless blood doth flow.
51So did the spots upon her fair skin show
52Like drops of blood upon unsullied snow.
53But what a heart had I, when I did stand
54Holding her forehead with my trembling hand.
55My heart to heaven with her bright spirit flies
56Whilst she (ah me!) closed up her lovely eyes.
57Her soul being seated in her place of birth,
58I turned a Niobe
as she turned earth.