Cooke's setting of the text of the "Dirge from Cymbeline", a common eighteenth century insertion into Shakespeare's play.

Lyrics: William Collins

To fair Fidele's grassy tomb
Soft maids and village hinds shall bring
Each opening sweet of earliest bloom,
And rifle all the breathing Spring.

The redbreast oft, at evening hours,
Shall kindly lend his little aid,
With hoary moss, and gathered flowers,
To deck the ground where thou art laid.

When howling winds and beating rain
In tempest shake the sylvan cell;
Or 'midst the chase, on every plain,
The tender thought on thee shall dwell.

Each lonely walk shall thee restore;
The tear for thee be duly shed;
Beloved till life could charm no more,
And mourned till pity's self be dead.