III.
Our mute harpes, untun'd, unstrung, Up wee hung On greene willowes neere beside us, 15 Where, we sitting all forlorne; Thus, in scorne, Our proud spoylers 'gan deride us.
The Poems of John Donne, Volume 1 (of 2): Edited from the Old Editions and Numerous Manuscripts
Our mute harpes, untun'd, unstrung, Up wee hung On greene willowes neere beside us, 15 Where, we sitting all forlorne; Thus, in scorne, Our proud spoylers 'gan deride us.