At dawn poor Stella danced and sung,
The amorous youth around her bow’d:
At night her fatal knell was rung;
I saw and kiss’d her in her shroud.
Such as she is, who died to-day,
Such I, alas! may be to-morrow;
Go, Damon, bid the Muse display
The justice of thy Chloe’s sorrow.
Matthew Prior, 1664–1721.