Lesbia's Sparrow

All you Loves and Cupids cry and all you men of feeling my girl's sparrow is dead, my girl's beloved sparrow. She loved him more than herself. He was sweeter than honey, and he knew her, as she knows her mother. He never flew out of her lap, but, hopping about here and there, just chirped to his lady, alone. Now he is flying the dark no one ever returns from. Evil to you, evil Shades of Orcus, destroyers of beauty. You have stolen the beautiful sparrow from me. Oh sad day! Oh poor little sparrow! Because of you my sweet girl's eyes are red with weeping, and swollen.