PITY. 
Thou hast beauty bright and fair, 
Manner noble, aspect free, 
Byes that are untouched by care: 
What, then, do we ask from thee, 
Hermione, Hermione? 
Thou hast reason quick and strong, 
Wit that envious men admire. 
And a voice, itself a song! 
What, then, can we still desire, 
Hermione, Hermione ? 
