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 Made them fear mischiefs. The hard streets were beds For covetous churls, and for ambitious heads, That spite of Nature would their business ply: All thought they had the falling epilepsy, Men grovell'd so upon the smother'd ground, And pity did the heart of Heaven confound. The Gods, the Graces, and the Muses came Down to the Destinies, to stay the frame Of the true lovers' deaths, and all world's tears: But Death before had stopp'd their cruel ears. All the Celestials parted mourning then, Pierc'd with our human miseries more than men. ''Ah! nothing doth the world with mischief fill,'' But want of feeling one another's ill.

With their descent the day grew something fair, And cast a brighter robe upon the air. Hero, to shorten time with merriment, For young Alcmane and bright Mya sent, Two lovers that had long crav'd marriage dues At Hero's hands: but she did still refuse, For lovely Mya was her consort vow'd In her maid state, and therefore not allow'd