DAMON.
With welling tears, Meliso, that ne'er rest,
As best I can, thy friendship I reward,
With pious prayers, and holy incense blest.
ELICIO.
Thy death, alas! our happiness hath marred,
And hath to mourning changed our past delight,
Unto a tender grief that presseth hard.
LAUSO.
Those fair and blissful days when all was bright,
When the world revelled in thy presence sweet,
Have been transformed to cold and wretched night.
THYRSIS.
Oh Death, that with thy violence so fleet
Didst such a life to lowly earth restore,—
What man will not thy diligence defeat?
DAMON.