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. When I by Thy Faire Shape Did Sweare
2. Lucasta's World
3. Courante Monsieur
4. To Chloe, Courting Her For His Friend
5. Depose Your Finger Of That Ring

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