On One Who Died Discovering Her Kindness

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.