I found them winding of Marcello’s corpse.
And there was such a solemn melody,
’Twixt doleful songs, tears, and sad elegies—
Such as old grandames, watching by the dead,
Are wont to outwear the night with.
Old Play
I found them winding of Marcello’s corpse. And there was such a solemn melody, ’Twixt doleful songs, tears, and sad elegies— Such as old grandames, watching by the dead, Are wont to outwear the night with.