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.
