First Line: SLEEP SOUND, MISTRESS HEW! Last Line: SLEEP SOUND, MISTRESS HEW! Subject(s): EPITAPHS;
Sleep sound, Mistress Hew! Birds sing over you; The sweet flowers flourish Your own hands did nourish; And many's the child By their beauty beguiled. They prattle and play Till night call them away; In shadow and dew: Sleep sound, Mistress Hew!
