Thomas Middleton

Two other tender drops, which ready stood,
Each in their crystal sluice.

Two other tender drops, which ready stood,
Each in their crystal sluice.

There's no hate lost between us.

There's no hate lost between us.

For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime,
Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.

For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime,
Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.

And with necessity,
The tyrant's plea, excused his devilish deeds.

And with necessity,
The tyrant's plea, excused his devilish deeds.

For the air of youth,
Hopeful and cheerful, in thy blood will reign
A melancholy damp of read more

For the air of youth,
Hopeful and cheerful, in thy blood will reign
A melancholy damp of cold and dry
To weigh thy spirits down, and last consume
The balm of life.