I. <br />Here, here, oh here! EURIDICE, <br /> Here was she slaine; <br />Her soule 'still'd through a veine: <br /> The gods knew lesse <br />That time divinitie, <br /> Then ev'n, ev'n these <br /> Of brutishnesse. <br /> <br /> II. <br />Oh! could you view the melodie <br /> Of ev'ry grace, <br />And musick of her face, <br /> You'd drop a teare, <br />Seeing more harmonie <br /> In her bright eye, <br /> Then now you heare.<br /><br />Richard Lovelace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oreheus-to-beasts/
