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. Upon the Curtain of Lucasta's Picture, It was Thus Wrought
2. Gratiana Dancing And Singing
3. Lucasta Weeping
4. Valiant Love
5. A Fly Caught In A Cobweb

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