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.

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

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

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.

Hold their nose to the grindstone.

Hold their nose to the grindstone.