Richard Lovelace (Ðè÷àðä Ëàâëåéñ)

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. The Vintage to the Dungeon
2. To Lucasta, From Prison
3. Upon the Curtain of Lucasta's Picture, It was Thus Wrought
4. To Lucasta, I Laugh And Sing
5. Lucasta Weeping

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