The Maid's Tragedy Altered/Translated out of French
Translated out of French.
Fade Flowers, fade, Nature will have it so;
'Tis but what we must in our Autumn do:
And as your Leaves lye quiet on the Ground,
The loss alone by those that lov'd them found;
So in the Grave shall we as quiet lye,
Mist by some few, that lov'd our Company.
But some, so like to Thorns and Nettles, live;
That none for them, can, when they perish, grieve.
'Tis but what we must in our Autumn do:
And as your Leaves lye quiet on the Ground,
The loss alone by those that lov'd them found;
So in the Grave shall we as quiet lye,
Mist by some few, that lov'd our Company.
But some, so like to Thorns and Nettles, live;
That none for them, can, when they perish, grieve.