Abraham Cowley

“ For when his Brother (teares for him I'de spill,
But they're all challeng'd by the greater ill)
Strugled for life with the rude waves, he too
Leapt in, and when hope no faint beame could show,
His charitie shone most ; thou shalt, said hee,
Live with me, Brother, or Ile dye with thee ;
And so he did : Had he beene thine, ô Rome,
Thou wouldst have call'd this death a Martyrdome,
And Saynted him ”

“ And Beasts henceforth afraid to drinke of thee.
What have I said? my pious rage hath beene
Too hot, and acts whilst it accuseth sinne.
Thou'rt innocent I know, still cleare, and bright,
Fit whence so pure a soule should take it's flight. ”