To view the spoils thy beauty made
Press near my shade,
Lest thy too cruel breath or name
Should fan my ashes back into a flame,
And thou, devour'd by this revengeful fire,
20His sacrifice, who died as thine, expire.
[Or should my dust thy pity move
That could not love,
Thy sighs might wake me, and thy tears
Renew my life and years.