And Laughter holding both his sides."
So speaks the poet to Euphrosyne; and now he addresses "divinest Melancholy:"—
"Come, pensive nun, devout and pure,
Sober, steadfast, and demure,
All in a robe of darkest grain,
Flowing with majestic train,
And sable stole of cypress lawn,
Over thy decent shoulders drawn.
Come, but keep thy wonted state,
With even step and musing gait,