Here lyeth the body of Adrian May,
Second Son, and Gentleman.
Sepulchral images of clay
Call in the youthful summer day.
But there is nothing here to say.
He died when he was young. Begin,
Dissembling Flowers, to array
Cold autumn come to early May.
Yet stay. What Greek would turn away
From one so fortunate? To win
In spring is grace enough. This May
Needs no winter in which to pray.