Simple were so well compounded, On the sole Arabian tree, Let the priest in surplice white, It was married chastity. Co-supremes and stars of love, With the breath thou givest and takest, Foul precurrer of the fiend, Seemeth this concordant one! To themselves yet either neither, That it cried, How true a twain Distance, and no space was seen Had the essence but in one; But thou shrieking harbinger, But in them it were a wonder; Love and constancy is dead; To themselves yet either neither, That the self was not the same; Phoenix and the turtle fled Property was thus appalled, That the self was not the same; That defunctive music can, Lest the requiem lack his right: Twas not their infirmity, Save the eagle, featherd king: Love and constancy is dead; Either was the others mine; Flaming in the phoenix sight; Number there in love was slain: Co-supremes and stars of love, Let the priest in surplice white, That defunctive music can, With the breath thou givest and takest, Twas not their infirmity, Distance, and no space was seen So between them love did shine, Let the priest in surplice white, That thy sable gender makest That the turtle saw his right That thy sable gender makest Either was the others mine… Here the anthem doth commence: That it cried, How true a twain Had the essence but in one; To eternity doth rest, Love hath reason, reason none, Twas not their infirmity, Let the priest in surplice white, Keep the obsequy so strict… Saw division grow together, That thy sable gender makest Twixt the turtle and his queen: Mongst our mourners shalt thou go. Death is now the phoenix nest To this urn let those repair Property was thus appalled, Be the death-divining swan, Number there in love was slain… And the turtles loyal breast
To eternity doth rest, Reason, in itself confounded, That it cried, How true a twain Love and constancy is dead; As chorus to their tragic scene; So they loved, as love in twain Beauty, truth, and rarity, Death is now the phoenix nest That the self was not the same; With the breath thou givest and takest, Twas not their infirmity, Lest the requiem lack his right! Beauty, truth, and rarity, From this session interdict Let the bird of loudest lay, Let the priest in surplice white, To the phoenix and the dove, To eternity doth rest, Single natures double name Herald sad and trumpet be, Co-supremes and stars of love, To whose sound chaste wings obey: Co-supremes and stars of love, Truth may seem, but cannot be: To this urn let those repair In a mutual flame from hence… Saw division grow together, Twas not their infirmity, Augur of the fevers end, Either was the others mine. Here enclosed in cinders lie: Twas not their infirmity, Truth may seem, but cannot be: To whose sound chaste wings obey. But in them it were a wonder… To themselves yet either neither, And the turtles loyal breast Lest the requiem lack his right: Either was the others mine; So between them love did shine, To whose sound chaste wings obey: Beauty, truth, and rarity, Twas not their infirmity, Herald sad and trumpet be, Seemeth this concordant one! To whose sound chaste wings obey? For these dead birds sigh a prayer. Property was thus appalled, Number there in love was slain; Phoenix and the turtle fled Here enclosed in cinders lie. Love hath reason, reason none, Truth may seem, but cannot be: Let the bird of loudest lay, Twas not their infirmity, In a mutual flame from hence: Phoenix and the turtle fled Single natures double name Here the anthem doth commence: Whereupon it made this threne Twas not their infirmity, Every fowl of tyrant wing, Flaming in the phoenix sight; Beauty, truth, and rarity, Let the bird of loudest lay, Beauty brag, but tis not she; That are either true or fair So between them love did shine, Co-supremes and stars of love, To eternity doth rest, Save the eagle, featherd king: Had the essence but in one; Death is now the phoenix nest But thou shrieking harbinger, To eternity doth rest, So between them love did shine, Foul precurrer of the fiend, It was married chastity… Lest the requiem lack his right… To eternity doth rest, Truth and beauty buried be… Love and constancy is dead; Beauty brag, but tis not she;
Here enclosed in cinders lie: If what parts can so remain? Beauty brag, but tis not she; Co-supremes and stars of love, That thy sable gender makest Property was thus appalled, And the turtles loyal breast Twixt the turtle and his queen: Be the death-divining swan, To themselves yet either neither, That the self was not the same; Leaving no posterity: Here the anthem doth commence: But thou shrieking harbinger, Grace in all simplicity, Twas not their infirmity, Number there in love was slain; So between them love did shine, Love and constancy is dead; That thy sable gender makest Let the priest in surplice white, Single natures double name But thou shrieking harbinger, If what parts can so remain: Either was the others mine. From this session interdict As chorus to their tragic scene: To eternity doth rest, Truth may seem, but cannot be: But in them it were a wonder. Death is now the phoenix nest Saw division grow together, Hearts remote, yet not asunder; Simple were so well compounded, That it cried, How true a twain Seemeth this concordant one! That the turtle saw his right Property was thus appalled, Truth and beauty buried be. Love and constancy is dead; That defunctive music can, Twas not their infirmity, That defunctive music can, Every fowl of tyrant wing, To whose sound chaste wings obey. So between them love did shine, That the self was not the same; Twas not their infirmity, But thou shrieking harbinger, Two distincts, division none: That thy sable gender makest To the phoenix and the dove, Single natures double name To the phoenix and the dove, Simple were so well compounded, Every fowl of tyrant wing, Love hath reason, reason none, Seemeth this concordant one! That defunctive music can, That the self was not the same; But thou shrieking harbinger,
If what parts can so remain; Keep the obsequy so strict? Every fowl of tyrant wing, Two distincts, division none: Co-supremes and stars of love, Two distincts, division none: Twas not their infirmity, Herald sad and trumpet be, Augur of the fevers end, Two distincts, division none: And the turtles loyal breast That are either true or fair Truth may seem, but cannot be: That defunctive music can, In a mutual flame from hence; Had the essence but in one; From this session interdict So they loved, as love in twain With the breath thou givest and takest, Seemeth this concordant one! Every fowl of tyrant wing, Property was thus appalled, Single natures double name And the turtles loyal breast Twixt the turtle and his queen: Reason, in itself confounded, Single natures double name To this troop come thou not near! Beauty brag, but tis not she; Two distincts, division none: That thy sable gender makest That are either true or fair Here the anthem doth commence: That are either true or fair If what parts can so remain… Flaming in the phoenix sight; Augur of the fevers end, Be the death-divining swan, Mongst our mourners shalt thou go? Saw division grow together, Herald sad and trumpet be, Number there in love was slain. Death is now the phoenix nest Either was the others mine. Distance, and no space was seen Augur of the fevers end, Distance, and no space was seen Reason, in itself confounded, And thou treble-dated crow, That the turtle saw his right
