'Come, Philomel, that sing'st of ravishment, (1129)
Make thy sad grove in my dishevell'd hair: (1130)
As the dank earth weeps at thy languishment, (1131)
So I at each sad strain will strain a tear, (1132)
And with deep groans the diapason bear;
For burden-wise I'll hum on Tarquin still, (1134)
While thou on Tereus descant'st better skill.