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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.

Resolved to Dust

Thomas Watson (1555–1592)

RESOLVED to dust entombed here lieth Love,

Through fault of her, who here herself should lie;

He struck her breast, but all in vain did prove

To fire the ice: and doubting by and by

His brand had lost his force, he gan to try

Upon himself; which trial made him die.

In sooth no force; let those lament who lust,

I’ll sing a carol song for obsequy;

For, towards me his dealings were unjust,

And cause of all my passèd misery:

The Fates, I think, seeing what I had passed

In my behalf wrought this revenge at last.

But somewhat more to pacify my mind,

By illing him, through whom I lived a slave,

I’ll cast his ashes to the open wind,

Or write this epitaph upon his grave:

Here lieth Love, of Mars the bastard son,

Whose foolish fault to death himself hath done.