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. The Scrutinie
2. Lucasta Weeping
3. A Loose Saraband
4. The Faire Begger
5. Cupid Far Gone

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