Orpheus 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.
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To my Worthy Friend Mr. Peter Lilly: on That Excellent Picture of His Majesty and the Duke of York, Drawne by Him at Hampton– Court
See! what a clouded majesty, and e… Whose glory through their mist dot… See! what an humble bravery doth s… And griefe triumphant breaking thr… How it commands the face! so sweet…
