Brave Arnold and his rival strait remove,
Where Laura shall bestrew their hallow’d ground;
Protectors both, and ornaments of love;
This said, his eyes out wept his widest wound.
Tell her now these, love’s faithful saints, are gone,
The beauty they ador’d she ought to hide;
for vainly will love’s miracles be shewn,
Since lover’s faith with these brave rivals dy’d.
Say little Hugo never more shall mourn,
In noble numbers, her unkind disdain;