Why Do Not All Fresh Maids Appear To Work Love'S Sampler Only Here, Where Spring-Time Smiles Throughout The Year? Are Not Here Rosebuds, Pinks, All Flowers Nature Begets By Th' Sun And Showers, Met In One Hearse-Cloth To O'Erspread The Body Of The Under-Dead? Phil, The Late Dead, The Late Dead Dear, O! May No Eye Distil A Tear For You Once Lost, Who Weep Not Here! Had Lesbia, Too-Too Kind, But Known This Sparrow, She Had Scorn'D Her Own: And For This Dead Which Under Lies Wept Out Her Heart, As Well As Eyes. But, Endless Peace, Sit Here And Keep My Phil The Time He Has To Sleep; And Thousand Virgins Come And Weep To Make These Flowery Carpets Show Fresh As Their Blood, And Ever Grow, Till Passengers Shall Spend Their Doom: Not Virgil'S Gnat Had Such A Tomb.