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Friends (who ere you be) forbeare
On this stone to shed a teare,
Keep thine oyntement, for indeede
Bountye is made good by neede.
Here are they whose amber eyes
Have embalm'd the obsequies,
Who will thicke you doe them wronge
Offeringe what to them belonge,
Beside this their sacred shrine
Sleights the myrrhe of others eyene
Then forbeare when these growe dry
We will weepe both thou and I