Valour and Innocence Have latterly gone hence To certain death by certain shame attended. Envy, ah! even to tears!, The fortune of their years Which, though so few, yet so divinely ended. Scarce had they lifted up Lifes full and fiery cup, Than they had set it down untouched before them. Before their day arose They beckoned it to close, Close in destruction and confusion oer them. They did not stay to ask What prize should crown their task, Well sure that prize was such as no man strives for; But passed into eclipse, Her kiss upon their lips, Even Belphoebes, whom they gave their lives for!