Grieve not, dear Love! Although we often part,
But know that Nature doth us gently sever,
Thereby to train us up, with tender art,
To brook the day when we must part for ever.

For Nature, doubting we should be surprised
By that sad day, whose dread doth chiefly fear us,
Doth keep us daily schooled and exercised,
Lest that the fright thereof should overbear us.