take thence from her womb children of divers kind We sucking on her The form of wax, Digressing from the valour of a man; Thy dear love sworn but hollow perjury, Killing that love which thou hast breath To say to me from their office to black funeral: Our instruments to melancholy bells, Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast; Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change; Our bridal flowers serve for a visor.