Let every nymph be melancholy
And each bystander fret:
For he who once was blithe and jolly,
Fitz-Pieria’s ta’en the pet.
We’ll raise in this unhallowed spot,
A monumental store,
And there expressive of his lot
These line we’ll grave upon.
Let every nymph be melancholy
And each bystander fret:
For he who once was blithe and jolly,
Fitz-Pieria’s ta’en the pet.
Let this sad stone her tears distill,
A briny fountain pure
Which shall collecting form a will,
That flows with pace demure.
Let every nymph be melancholy
And each bystander fret:
For he who once was blithe and jolly,
Fitz-Pieria’s ta’en the pet.
Anti-Cypressa