Prima's Grave
Ah woe, ah woe! What other words remain?
How else begin, how end the mournful strain?
For thou art dead whom maidens all confess
Supreme in virtue and in loveliness.
Well did they call thee Prima—never Time
Shall match the splendour of thy gracious prime.
How else begin, how end the mournful strain?
For thou art dead whom maidens all confess
Supreme in virtue and in loveliness.
Well did they call thee Prima—never Time
Shall match the splendour of thy gracious prime.
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