Hark! now he comes, a dire alarm
Re-echoes through his hall!
Pegasus[2] kneel’d, his rider’s arm
Was broken by a fall.
The doleful tidings to my ears
Were in harsh notes convey’d;
His lovely wife stood drown’d in tears,
While thus I pond’ring said:
“No cheering draught, with ills unmix’d,
Can mortals taste below;