Richard Lovelace (Ричард Лавлейс)

Oreheus To Beasts

I.

Here, here, oh here! EURIDICE,
Here was she slaine;
Her soule 'still'd through a veine:
The gods knew lesse
That time divinitie,
Then ev'n, ev'n these
Of brutishnesse.

II.

Oh! could you view the melodie
Of ev'ry grace,
And musick of her face,
You'd drop a teare,
Seeing more harmonie
In her bright eye,
Then now you heare. 

1. To Lucasta, I Laugh And Sing
2. Courante Monsieur
3. Upon the Curtain of Lucasta's Picture, It was Thus Wrought
4. When I by Thy Faire Shape Did Sweare
5. To the Right Hon

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