Sith on my worthiest Schollers I doe muse,
How should my Muse to minde you once neglect
Sith you are such? Then, such she should abuse,
Should she not vse you with all deere respect.
Thou virgin Widow (eldest of the Three)
(That hold'st thy widows state, of Death in chief)
Death in thy youth (being fast) hath made thee free:
Free from thy Ioy, and fastned thee to Griefe.
But he that is the Lord of lordly Death,
Reserues thine honor'd Sires most honor'd Sire
From Deaths dispite; and while he draweth breath,
Thou (lowly Soule) art likely to aspire
Thy Sisters (like in Nature, as in Name,
And both in Name and Nature nought but good)
(Belouèd Pupills) well may hope the same,
Sith of like grace there is like likelihoode
Yet in the height of Earths felicitie,
A meeke regard vnto this Picture giue,
To minde you so of lifes mortalitie,
So shall you liue to die, and die to liue
Meanewhile I hope, through your cleere Stars to spie
A Trinitie of Ladies ere I die.