 | The Poetry of George Wither |  |
Thus sang the nymph, so rarely well inspired,
That all the hearers her brave strains admired.
And as I heard by some that there attended,
When this her song was finished, all was ended.
That all the hearers her brave strains admired.
And as I heard by some that there attended,
When this her song was finished, all was ended.
| The Poetry of George Wither | |