Hight Thestylis, began his mournful tourn,
And made the Muses in his song to mourn.
And after him, full many other moe,
As every one in order loved him best;
'Gan dight themselves t'express their inward woe
With doleful lays unto the tune addrest.
The which I here in order will rehearse,
As fittest flowers to deck his mournful hearse.
