O that most rare breast, crystalline sincere
Through which like gold thy princely heart did shine
O sprite heroic, O valiant worthy knight
O Sidney, prince of fame and men's good will
For thee both kings and princesses do mourn
Thy noble tomb, three Cities strange desired
Foes to the cause thy prowess did defend
Bewail the day that crossed thy famous race
The doleful debt due to thy hearse I pay
Tears from the soul, that aye thy want shall moan
And by my will my life itself would yield
If heathen blame ne might, my faith disdain
O heavy time, that my days draw behind thee
Thou dead dost live, thy friend here living dieth