Oreheus To Beasts

I.

Here, here, oh here!

CE,    Here was she slaine;

Her soule 'still'd through a veine:    The gods knew

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.