Orpheus1 To Beasts. Song. Set By Mr. Curtes.2

A poem by Richard Lovelace

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.

Oh! could you view the melodie
Of ev'ry grace,
And musick of her face,3
You'd drop a teare,
Seeing more harmonie
In her bright eye,
Then now you heare.

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