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Under how hard a law are mortals born! 37

Whom now we envy, we anon must mourn;

What Heaven sets highest, and seems most to prize,

Is soon removed from our wond'ring eyes!

But since the Sisters[3] did so soon untwine

So fair a thread, I'll strive to piece the line.

Vouchsafe, sad nymph! to let me know the dame,

And to the Muses I'll commend her name;

Make the wide country echo to your moan,

The list'ning trees and savage mountains groan.

What rock's not movèd when the death is sung

Of one so good, so lovely, and so young?