Thomas Middleton

With diadem and sceptre high advanced,
The lower still I fall; only supreme
In misery; such joy read more

With diadem and sceptre high advanced,
The lower still I fall; only supreme
In misery; such joy ambition finds.

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.

But what avail'd this temperance, not complete
Against another object more enticing?

But what avail'd this temperance, not complete
Against another object more enticing?

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.

Then wander forth the sons
Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.

Then wander forth the sons
Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.