It shall be said I died for Coelia; Then quick, thou grisly man of Erebus, Transport me hence unto Proserpina, To be adjudged as--wilful amorous; To be hung up within the liquid air, For all the sighs which I in vain have wasted; To be through Lethe's waters cleanséd fair, For those dark clouds which have my looks o'ercasted; To be condemned to everlasting fire, Because at Cupid's fire I wilful brent me; And to be clad for deadly dumps in mire. Among so many plagues which shall torment me One solace I shall find, when I am over,-- It will be known I died a constant lover.