Of that time so fondly cherish'd!Silently my wounds I feed,And with wailing evermore
Free from all prosody's rules, dies such a hymn on the ear.Thee, Aurora, I used to own as the friend of the Muses;
With joy it bursts its thrall,
Poetic sweetmeats for the feast provide;
The fish across the sea,Thou wouldst descend, e'en as thou art,
Precede Thy thunders on their way;Yet, Lord, Thy messengers revere
Can prosper never;Who rules himself in nought,
OH, Magdeberg the town!Fair maids thy beauty crown,Thy charms fair maids and matrons crown;Oh, Magdeburg the town!
Seeking there water to draw, when by the god she was seiz'd.Thus were the sons of Mars begotten! The twins did a she-wolf
DREADED Brama, lord of might!
Noisome insectsHere are engender'd;Fatal darknessVeils their malice.
Is a most beauteous maid;Her shop is ever in mine eye,
Yet may ye never quench my inward fire!Within my bosom heaves a mighty force,