html.skin-theme-clientpref-night @media(prefers-color-scheme:dark){html.skin-theme-clientpref-os }Thus mourn the Muses; on the Herse,
Not strowing Tears, but lasting Verse:
Which so preserve the Hero's Name;
They make him live again in Fame.
Chloris in Lines so like his own,
Gives him so just and high Renown:
That she th' afflicted World relieves;
And shews, that still in her he lives.
Her Wit as graceful, great and good;
Ally'd in Genious, as in Blood.
His loss supply'd, now all our fears
Are, that the Nymph should melt in Tears.
Then fairest Chloris, comfort take,
For his, your own, and for our sake[errata 1];
Least his fair Soul, that lives in you,
Should from the World for ever go.