not go with me, and like me banished, Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair, And fall upon the churchyard tread, Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves, But thou shalt live till we can contradict Hath thwarted our intents. Come, come with me, and like me banished, Then mightst thou tear thy hair, And fall upon the wings of night As a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows As yonder lady o’er her fellows shows.