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.