dove, Co-supremes and stars of love, As chorus to their tragic scene. 

THRENOS 

Beauty, truth, and rarity. Grace in all simplicity, Here enclos’d in cinders lie. 

Death is now the phoenix’ nest; And the turtle’s loyal breast To eternity doth rest. 

Leaving no posterity:— ’Twas not their infirmity, It was married chastity. 

Truth may seem, but cannot be; Beauty brag, but ’tis not she; Truth and beauty buried be. 

To this urn let those repair That are either true or fair; For these dead birds sigh a prayer. 

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