Thither, whence life-return the Fates denay.But ah! beshrew you, evil Shadows low'ringIn Orcus ever loveliest things devouring:Who bore so pretty a Sparrow fro' her ta'en.(Oh hapless birdie and Oh deed of bane!)Now by your wanton work my girl appearsWith turgid eyelids tinted rose by tears.
ON HIS PINNACEYonder Pinnace ye (my guests!) beholdSaith she was erstwhile fleetest-fleet of crafts,Nor could by swiftness of aught plank that swims,Be she outstripped, whether paddle plied,