Breathe 'em as cheerfully as the soaring lark
Wakes the gay morn. Those dear sweet airs that kill me
Are my new nuptial songs. My Angeline
Has been my first, and Death's my second bride."
Fem. Prel. p. 58.
Or the following:
"Sax. Carlo, she must die;
The softest heart that yon celestial fire
Could ever animate, must break and die.
We are both too wretched to outlive this day;