The Tragedies of Seneca / Translated into English Verse, to Which Have Been Appended Comparative Analyses of the Corresponding Greek and Roman Plays, and a Mythological Index

by Lucius Annaeus Seneca

Beat, beat your breasts, ye hundred tribes;

Ye Cretans, Corybantes, now

Clash Ida's cymbals; for 'tis meet

To mourn him thus. Now, now lament

His funeral; for low he lies,1880

A mate, O Crete, for Jove himself.

Bewail the death of Hercules,

Ye sons of Arcady, whose race

Is older than Diana's birth.

Let your cries from high Parthenius