From my hour of birth.
Upon my buried body lie
Lightly, gentle earth!
Beaumont and Fletcher.
XXXIX
THE SHEPHERD’S PRAISE OF HIS SACRED DIANA.
Praised be Diana’s fair and harmless light,
Praised be the dews, wherewith she moists the ground:
Praised be her beams, the glory of the night,
Praised be her power, by which all powers abound.
Praised be her nymphs, with whom she decks the woods,