Thomas Middleton

How fallen, how changed
From him, who, in the happy realms of light,
Clothed with transcendent brightness, read more

How fallen, how changed
From him, who, in the happy realms of light,
Clothed with transcendent brightness, didst outshine
Myriads, though bright.

Laughter holding both his sides.

Laughter holding both his sides.

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.

Yielded with coy submission, modest pride,
And sweet reluctant amorous delay.

Yielded with coy submission, modest pride,
And sweet reluctant amorous delay.

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.