O heavy herse!
And Philomele her song with tears doth steep;
O careful verse!
"The water nymphs, that wont with her to sing and dance,
And for her garland olive branches bear,
Now baleful boughs of cypress do advance;
The Muses, that were wont green bays to wear,
Now bringen bitter elder branches sere;
The Fatal Sisters eke repent
Her vital thread so soon was spent.