ADRIANI
MORIENTIS
ad
Animam
Suam
.
IMITATED
.
Poor
little
,
pretty
,
flutt'ring
Thing
,
Must
We
no
longer
live
together
?
And
dost
Thou
prune
thy
trembling
Wing
,
To
take
thy
Flight
Thou
know'st
not
whither
?
Thy
humorous
Vein
,
thy
pleasing
Folly
Lyes
all
neglected
,
all
forgot
:
And
pensive
,
wav'ring
,
melancholy
,
Thou
dread'st
and
hop'st
Thou
know'st
not
what
.