Where first unhappy she began
To play the wanton with a Swan.
If each of these loose beauties are
Transform'd to a more beauteous starre
By the adult'rous lust of Jove;
Why should not we, by purer love?
To Castara,
Upon the death of a Lady.
Castara weepe not, though her tombe appeare
Sometime thy griefe to answer with a teare: