Poem by Richard Lovelace

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. Courante Monsieur
2. Lucasta's World
3. Depose Your Finger Of That Ring
4. Oreheus To Woods
5. Lucasta Weeping

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