ABSTRACT
MARS 0 Joy of earthly men and of the gods, Fair mother of young Love, alas, what cause O'erclouds that face in which, as in a shrine, Gladness and smiles are wont to have their seat? ... Alas, what new, what strange mishap is this? Laughter itself weeps? pleasure grieves? the fount Of happiness is all perturb'd and sad? ...
