Of love's rewards to tell the happy hour,
Daphne a tree, Narcissus made a flower,
And by what means the Eclogue yet has power
To make the woods worthy a conqueror:
This of their writings is the grace and flight;
Their risings lofty, yet not out of sight.
ELEGY.
The Elegy, that loves a mournful style,
With unbound hair weeps at a funeral pile;