Death and birth should dwell not near together:
Wealth keeps house not,even for shame,with dearth:
Fate doth ill to link in one brief tether Death and birth.
Harsh the yoke that binds them,strange the girth Seems that girds them each with each:yet whether Death be best,who knows,or life on earth?
Ill the rose-red and the sable feather Blend in one crown's plume,as grief with mirth:
Ill met still are warm and wintry weather,Death and birth.
