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Upon Hyacinthus.

Before the lovely Hyacinthus dy'd,
No Art the mournful Bion left untry'd;
Grief stopp'd his Voice, and in Excess of Pain,
From Drugs he sought Relief, but all in vain;
Then he, when no Relief from Drugs was found,
With Nectar, and Ambrosia, bath'd the Wound.
Nor Drugs, nor Ointments, could prolong his Breath,
Nor Art avail. Such is the Pow'r of Death.