Enhearse

Doubtless he would have made a noble knight; See, where he lies inhearsed in the arms Of the most bloody nurser of his harms!

Enhearse thy sable soule in lasting feares; Enroule thy selfe amongst all mourners chiefe:

Who, even that might, would dwell for ever pent In this fair frame that doth the spirit inhearse,

Dutifully we queue By twosomes for each surrey cloaked in black To pull up and enhearse us.