SOME vex their souls with jealous pain, While others sigh for cold disdain: Love's various slaves we daily see— Yet happy all compared with me!

Of all mankind I loved the best A nymph so far above the rest That we outshined the Blest above; In beauty she, as I in love.

And therefore They, who could not bear To be outdone by mortals here, Among themselves have placed her now, And left me wretched here below.

All other fate I could have borne, And even endured her very scorn; But oh! thus all at once to find That dread account—both dead and kind! What heart can hold? If yet I live, 'Tis but to show how much I grieve.