Classic Poem

Here deare Iolas lies,
Who whilst hee liv'd in Beautie did surpasse
That Boy, whose heavenly Eyes
Brought Cypris from above,
Or him till Death who look'd in watrie Glasse,
Even Judge the God of Love:
And if the Nymphe once held of him so deare,
Dorine the faire, would heere but shed one Teare,
Thou shouldst (in Natures Scorne)
A purple Flowre see of this Marble borne.

Here deare Iolas lies,
Who whilst hee liv'd in Beautie did surpasse
That Boy, whose heavenly Eyes
Brought Cypris from above,
Or him till Death who look'd in watrie Glasse,
Even Judge the God of Love:
And if the Nymphe once held of him so deare,
Dorine the faire, would heere but shed one Teare,
Thou shouldst (in Natures Scorne)
A purple Flowre see of this Marble borne.