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Et fait le faindl honneur de fon chantre reluire.

Or done fi vous voulez apres vos cendres viure,

;iitez Eroftrat, qui pour viure, brufla
Le temple Epbefien : ou celuy qui moula,
Pour eftendre fon nom, vn cruel veau de cuiure.

Ne vueillez employer voflre rare arlifice
A chanter la Cyprine, et fon fils emplume :
Car il vaut beaucoup mieux n'eflre point renomme,
Que fe voir renomme pour raifon de fon vice.

Vierges font les neuf foeurs, qui dancent fur Parnaffe,
Vierge voftre Pallas : et vierge ce beau corps
Qu' vn fleuue vit changer fur les humides bords
En 1'arbre tout-iour vert, qui vous cheueux enlace.

Confacrez moy pluftoft cefte rare eloquence
A chanter hautement les miracles compris
Dans le facre fueillet : et de vos beaux efprits
Verfez la. mes amis, toute la quinte-eflence. [melle

Que Chrift, comme Homme-Dieu, foit la croupe iu-
Sur qui vous fommeillez. Que pour cheual aile
L'Efprit du Trois-fois grand, d vn blanc pigeon voile,
Vous face ruifseler vne fource immortelle.

Tout ouurage excellent la memoire eternize
De ceux qui tant foit peu trauaillent apres luy :
Le Maufolee a fait viure iufquauiourd huy
Timothee, Bryace, et Scope, et Artemife.

Hiram feroit fans nom, fans la fainte afsiftance
Qu'il fit au bafliment du temple d'Ifrael.
Et fans 1'Arche de Dieu 1'Hebrieu Befeleel
Seroit enfeueli fous etemel filence.

Et puis que la beaute de ces rares ouurages
Fait viure apres la mort tous ceux qui les ont faits,
Combien qu'auec le temps les plus feurs foient deffaits
Par rauines, par feux, par guerres, par orages.

Penfez, ie vous fuppli, combien fera plus belle
La louange, qu heureux, a bas vous acquerrez,
Lors que dans vos faints vers D I E v feul vous chanterez
Puis qu vn nom immortel vient de chofe immortelle.



THE VRANIE. 35

A lofty fubie<fl of it felfe doeth bring

Graue words and weghtie,. of it felfe diuine,

And makes the authors holy honour Ihine.

If ye wolde after afhes Hue, bewaire,

To do lyke Erojlrat, who brunt the faire

Ephefian temple, or him, to win a name,

: ' Who built of braffe, the crewell Calfe vntame. Peiiiius

Let not your art fo rare then be defylde,

In fmging Venus and her fethred chyide :

For better it is without renowme to be,

Then be renowmde for vyle iniquitie.

Thofe nyne are Maides, that daunce vpon Parnaas ?

Learnd Pallas is a Virgin pure, lyke as

* That fair, whome waters changed on wattry banks Daphne

Into * that tre Mill grene, your hair that hanks. haurdi

Then confecrat that eloquence moil rair,

To fmg the lofty miracles and fair

Of holy Scripture : and of your good ingyne,

Poure out, my frends, there your fift-effence fyne.

Let Chrifl both God and man your Twinrock be,

Whome on ye flepe : for that *hors who did fle, Pegasus

Speak of that *thryfe great fpreit, whofe dow mod white

Mote make your fpring flow euer with delyte. Hoiyghost.

All excellent worke beare record euer (hail,

Of trauellers in it, though their paines be fmall.

The Maiifole tombe the names did eternife

Of Scops, Timotheus, Briacc and Artcmife.

But Hirams holy help, it war vnknowne

What he in building Izraels Temple had fhowne,

Without Gods Ark Befeled I ewe had bene

In euerlafting filence buried clene.

Then, fince the bewty of thofe works moft rare

Hath after death made Hue all them that ware

Their builders : though them felues with tyme be faikle,

By fpoils, by fyres, by warres, and tempefts quailde.

I pray you think, how mekle fairer fhall

Your happie name heirdowne be, when as all

Your holy verfe, great God alone fhall fmg,

Since praife immortall commes of endles thing.



36 L'VRAXIE.

Ie fc,ay que vous direz que les antiques fables
Sont Tame de vos chants, que ces contes diuers,
L'vn de 1 autre naiffans, peuuent rendre vos vers
Beaucoup plus que I'hiftoire au vulgaire admirables.

Mais oil peut on trouuer chofes plus merueilleufes
Que celles de la Foy ? he ! quel autre argument
Auec plus de tefmoins noflre raifon defment,
Qui rabat plus 1'orgueil des ames curieufes ?

I'aymeroy mieux chanter la tour Affyrienne,
Que les trois monts Gregeois 1'vn deffus 1'autre entez
Pour dethrolner du ciel les dieux efpouuantez :
Et 1'onde de Noe, que la Deucalienne.

I'aymeroy mieux chanter le changement fubite
Du Monarque d'Affur, que de 1'Arcadien,
Et le viure fecond du faint Bethanien,
Que le recolement des membres d'Hippolite.

L'vn de plaire au lecleur tant feulement fe mefle,
Et 1'autre feulement tafche de profiter :
Mais feul celuy & peut le laurier meriter,
Qui, fage, le profit auec le plaifir mefle.

Les plus beaux promenoirs font pres de la marine,
Et le nager plus fuer pres des riuages verds :
Et le fage Efcriuain n'efloigne dans fes vers
Le fc.auoir du plaifir, le ieu de la doclrine.

Vous tiendrez done ce rang en chantant chofes telles :
Car enfeignans autruy, vous mefmes apprendrez
La reigle de bien viure : et bien-heureux, rendrez
Autant que leurs fuiets, vos chanfons immortelles.

Laifiez moy done a part ces fables furannees :
Mes amis, laiflez moy cefl infolent Archer,
Qui les cosurs otieux peut feulement brefcher,
Et plus ne foyent par vous les Mufes profanees.

Mais las ! en vain ie crie, en vain, las ! ie m enroue :
Car 1 vn, pour ne fe voir conuaincu par mon chant,
Va, comme vn fin afpic. fon oreille bouchant :
L'autre Epicurien, de mes difcours fe ioue.

L'autre pour quelque temps fe range en mon efchole
Mais le monde enchanteur foudain le me fouflrait,
Et ce difcours facre, qui les feuls bons attrait,



THEVRANIE. 37

I know that ye will fay, the auncient rabies

Decores your fongs, and that * thofe dyuers fables, Metamor

Ilk bred of other, doeth your verfes mak P hosis

More loued then ftoryes by the vulgar pack.

But where can there more wondrous things be found,

Then thofe of faith ? 6 fooles, what other ground,

With witnes mo, our reafons quyte improues,

Beats doun our pryde, that curious queftions moues ?

I had farr rather Babell tower forthfett, dufan'd"

Then the *thre Grecian hilles on others plett, oiympus

To pull doun gods afraide, and in my moode,

Sing Noes rather then Deucalions floode.

I had far rather fing the fuddaine change Nabuchad

Of Affurs monark, then of Areas ftrange. Iiezer -

Of the* Bethanicns holy fecond liuing, Lazarus.

Then Hippolitts with members glewde reuiuing.

To pleafe the Reader is the ones whole cair,

The vther for to proffite mair and mair :

But only he of Laurell is conding,

Who wyfely can with proffit, pleafure ming.

The faireft walking on the Sea coafl bene,

And fuirefl fvvimming where the braes are grene :

So, wyfe is he, who in his verfe can haue

Skill mixt with pleafure, fports with doctrine graue.

In finging kepe this order fhowen you heir,

Then ye your felf, in teaching men mall leir

The rule of liuing well, and happely fliall

Your fongs make, as your thems immortall all.

No more into thofe oweryere lies delyte,

My freinds, caft of that infolent archer quyte,

Who only may the ydle harts furpryfe :

Prophane no more the Mttfes with yon cryes.

But oh ! in vaine, with crying am I horce :

For lo, where one, noght caring my fongs force,

Goes lyke a crafty fnaik, and ftoppes his eare :

The other godles, mocks and will not heare.

Ane other at my fchoole abydes a fpace,

While charming world withdrawe him from that place :

So that difcours, that maks good men reiofe,



3* L' V R A N I E.

Entre par vne aureille, et par 1'autre s'envolle.

Las ! ie n en voy pas vn qui fes deux yeux defsille
Du bandeau de Venus, et d vn profane fiel
De fes carmes dorez ne corrompe le miel :
Bien que de bons efprits noftre France fourmille.

Mais toy, mon cher mignon, que la Neufuaine faincte
Qui de Pegafe boit le furjon perennel,
Fit le facre fonneur du los de 1' Eternal,
Mefme auant que de toy ta mere fufl enceinte :

Bien que cest argument femble vne maigre lande,
Que les meilleurs efprits ont en friche laifse,
Xe fois pour 1 auenir de ce trauail lafse :
Car plus la glorie efl rare, et tant plus elle eft grande.

SALVSTE, ne perds coeur fi tu vois que 1 Enuie
Aille abbayant, maligne, apres ton los naiffant :
Xe crain que fous fes pieds elle aille tapiffant
Les vers que tu feras, comme indignes de vie.

Ce monftre blece-honneur reffemble la Maftine,
Qui iappe centre ceux qui font nouueau venus,
Pardonnant toutesfois a ceux qui font cognus,
Curtoife enuers ceux cy, enuers ceux la mutine.

Ce monftre femble encor vne fameufe nue,
Que le naiffant Vulcan prefse de toutes pars,
Pour, noire, 1 eftouffer de fes ondeux brouillars :
Mais oil plus ce feu croift, plus elle diminue.

Sui done (mon cher fouci) ce chemin non froyable
Que par ceux, que le ciel, liberal, veut benir,
Et ie iure qu en brief ie te feray tenir
Entre les bons efprits quelque rang honorable.

Cefl par ce beau difcours que la Mufe celefte
Tenant vne couronne en fa pucelle main,
Attire a foy mon coeur d vn tranfport plus qu'humain,
Tant bien a fes doux mots elle adioufte vn doux gefte.

Depuis, ce feul amour dans mes veines bouillonne:
Depuis, ce feul vent foufle es toiles de ma nef :
Bien-heureux fi ie puis non pofer fur mon chef,
Ains du doigt feulement toucher cefte couronne.

FINIS.



THEVRANIE. 39

At one eare enters, and at the other goes.
Alas, I fe not one vnvaill his ene
From Venus vaill and gal prophane, that bene
fo golden honnied verfe, the only harme,
Although our France with lofty fprits doth fwarme.
But thou my deir one, whome the holy Nyne,
Who yearly drinks Pegajis fountaine fyne,
The great gods holy fongfter had receiued,
Yea, euen before thy mother the concerned.
Albeit this fubiecl feame a barren ground,
With quickefl fpreits left ley, as they it found,
Irk not for that heirefter of thy paine,
Thy glore by rairnes greater mail remaine.

Salujt, lofe not heart, though pale Inuye
Bark at thy praife increafing to the fkye,
Feare not that me tread vnder foote thy verfe,
As if they were vnworthie to reherfe.

This monfter honnors-hurt is lyke the curr,
That barks at ilrangers comming to the durr,
But fparing alwaies thofe are to him knowin,
To them moft gentle, to the others throwin.
This monfter als is lyke a railing cloude,
Which threatnes alwayis kendling Vnkan loude.
To fmore and drowne him, with her powring raine,
Yet force of fyre repellis her power againe.
Then follow furth, my fonne, that way unfeard,
Of them whom in fre heauens gift hath appeard.
And heare I fweare, thou fhortly mall refaue
Some noble rank among good fpreits and graue.
This heauenly Mufe by fuch difcourfes fair,
Who in her Virgin hand a riche crowne bair :
So drew to her my heart, fo fair tranfported,
And with fwete grace, fo fwetely fhe exhorted :
As fince that loue into my braines did brew,
And fince that only wind my fhipfailles blew,

1 thought me bleft, if I might only clame

To touche that crown, though not to weare the fame.

FINIS.



ANE METAPHORICALL

INVENTION OF A TRAGEDIE

CALLED PHOENIX.



A Colomne of 18 lynes feruing fora Preface
to the Tragedie enfuyng.

Elf i

2 Echo 2

3 help, that both 3

4 together -we, 4

5 Since caufe there be, may 5

6 now lament with tearis, My 6

7 murnefull yearis. Ye furies als 7

8 with him, Euen Pluto grim, who duells 8

9 in dark, that he, Since chief we fe him 9

IO to you all that beans The ftyle men fearis cf 10

II Dine, I requeft, Eche greizlie gheft that dwells u

12 beneth the fee, With all yon thre, whofe hairs are fnaiks 12

1 2 full blew, And all your crew, affift me in thir twa : 1 2

1 1 Repeit and ma my Tragedie full neir, The 1 1

10 chance fell heir, then fecundlie is beft, Deuills 10

9 void of reft, ye moue all that it reid, 9

8 With me in deid lyke dolour them 8

7 to griv', I then will liv' in 7

6 leffer greif therebj. Kyth 6

5 heir and try your force 5

4 ay bent and quick, 4

3 Excell in 3

2 fik like 2
I ill, r

and murne with

me. From Delphos fyne

Apollo cum with fpeid : Whofe

mining light my cairs will dim in deid.



I Libm



Q The expanfion of the
former Colomne.

E if Echo help, that both together w E

(S ince caufe there be) may now lament with teari S

M y murnefull yearis. Ye furies als with hi M

E uen Pluto grim, who dwels in dark, that h E

S ince cheif we fe him to you all that beari S

T he ftyle men fearis of Dirse : I requef T

E che greizlie gheft, that dwells beneth the S E

W ith all yon thre, whofe hairis ar fnaiks full ble W

A nd all your crew, affifl me in thir tw A

R epeit and ma my Tragedie full nei R

T he chance fell heir. Then fecoundlie is bef T

D euils void of reft, ye moue all that it rei D

W ith me, indeid, lyke dolour thame to gri V

I then will liv', in lefler greif therebi I

K ythe heir and trie, your force ay bent and quic K

E xcell in fik lyke ill, and murne with m E
From Delphos fyne Apollo cum with fpeid,
Whofe mining light my cairs wil dim in deid.




PHOEN IX.




[HE dyuers falls, that Fortune geuis

to men,
By turning ouer her quheill to their

annoy,
When I do heare them grudge,

although they ken
That old blind Dame, delytes to let

the ioy

Of all, fuche is her vfe, which dois conuoy
Her quheill by gefs : not looking to the right,
Bot ftill turn is vp that pairt quhilk is too light.

Thus quhen I hard fo many did complaine,
Some for the loffe of worldly wealth and geir,
Some death of frends, quho can not come againe :
Some lofle of health, which vnto all is deir,
Some lofle of fame, which ftill with it dois beir
Ane greif to them, who mereits it indeid :
Yet for all thir appearis there fome remeid.

For as to geir, lyke chance has made you want it,

Reftore you may the fame againe or mair.

For death of frends, although the fame (I grant it)

Can noght returne, yet men are not fo rair,

Bot ye may get the lyke. For feiknes fair

Your health may come : or to ane better place

Ye muft. For fame, good deids will mend difgrace.



P H OE N I X. 43

Then, fra I faw (as I already told)

How men complaind for things whilk might amend,

How Dauid Lindfay did complaine of old

His Papingo, her death, and fudden end,

Ane common foule, whofe kinde be all is kend.

All thefe lies moved me prefently to tell

Ane Tragedie, in griefs thir to excell.

For I complaine not of fie common cace,

Which diuerfly by diuers means dois fall :

But I lament my Phanix rare, whofe race,

Whofe kynde, whofe kin, whofe offpring, they be all

In her alone, whome I the Phoenix call.

That fowle which only one at onis did liue,

Not Hues, alas ! though I her praife reviue.

In Arabic cald Fczlix was me bredd

This foule, excelling Iris farr in hew.

Whofe body whole, with purpour was owercledd,

Whofe taill of coulour was celeftiall blew,

With fkarlat pennis that through it mixed grew :

Her craig was like the yallowe burnifht gold,

And me her felf thre hundreth yeare was old.

She might haue liued as long againe and mair,

If fortune had not ftayde dame Naturs will :

Six hundreth yeares and fourtie was her fcair,

Which Nature ordained her for to fulfill.

Her natiue foile me hanted euer Hill,

Except to Egypt whiles fhe tooke her courfe,

Wherethrough great Nylus down runs from his fourfe.

Like as ane hors, when he is barded haile,
An fethered pannach fet vpon his heid,
Will make him feame more braue : Or to affaile
The enemie, he that the troups dois leid,
Ane pannache on his healme will fet in deid :
Euen fo, had Nature, to decore her face ;
Giuen her ane tap, for to augment her grace.



44 P H OE N I X.

In quantitie, fhe dois referable neare
Vnto the foule of mightie loue, by name
The AEgle calld : oft in the time of yeare,
She vfde to foir, and flie through diuers realme,
Out through the Azure fkyes, whill fhe did fhame
The Sunne himfelf, her coulour was fo bright,
Till he abafhit beholding fuch a light.

Thus whill fhe vfde to fcum the fkyes about,
At lafl fhe chanced to fore out ower the fee
Calld Mare Rubrum : yet her courfe held out
Whill that fhe paft whole Afte. Syne to flie
To Europe fmall fhe did refolue : To drie
Her voyage out, at lafl fhe came in end
Into this land, ane flranger heir vnkend.

Ilk man did maruell at her forme moft rare

The winter came, and ftorms cled all the feild :

Which ftorms, the land of fruit and corne made bare,

Then did fhe flie into an houfe for beild,

Which from the ftorms might faue her as an fheild.

There, in that houfe fhe firfl. began to tame,

I came, fyne tooke her furth out of the fame.

Fra I her gat, yet none could gefs what fort
Of foule fhe was, nor from what countrey cum :
Xor I my felf : except that be her port,
And gliftring hewes I knew the fhe was fum
Rare flranger foule, which oft had vfde to fcum
Through diuers lands, delyting in her flight ;
Which made vs fee, fo flrange and rare a fight.

Whill at the lafl, I chanced to call to minde
How that her nature, did referable neir
To that of Phoenix which I red. Her kinde.
Her hewe, her fhape, did mak it plaine appeir,
She was the fame, which now was lighted heir.
This made me to efleme of her the more,
Her name and rarenes did her fo decore.



P H OE N I X. 45

Thus being tamed, and throughly weill acquent.
She took delyte (as (he was wount before)
What tyme that Titan with his beames vpfprent,
To take her flight, amongs the fkyes to foire.
Then came to her of fowlis, a woundrous ftore
Of diuers kinds, fome fimple fowlis, fome ill
And rauening fowlis, whilks fimple onis did kill.

And euen as they do fwarme about their king
The hunnie Bees, that works into the hyue :
When he delyts furth of the fkepps to fpring,
Then all the leaue will follow him belyue,
Syne to be nixt him biffelie they ftriue :
So, all thir fowlis did follow her with beir,
For loue of her, fowlis rauening did no deir.

Such was the loue, and reuerence they her bure,
Ilk day whill euen, ay whill they fhedd at night.
Fra time it darkned, I was euer fure
Of her returne, remaining whill the light,
And Phcebus ryfing with his garland blight.
Such was her tnieth, fra time that fhe was tame,
She, who in brightnes Titans felf did fhame.

By vfe of this, and hanting it, at laft

She made the foules, fra time that I went out,

Aboue my head to flie, and follow fafl

Her, who was chief and leader of the rout.

When it grew lait, fhe made them flie, but doubt,

Or feare, euen in the cloffe with her of will,

Syne fhe her felf, perkt in my chalmer ftill.

When as the countreys round about did heare
Of this her byding in this countrey cold,
Which not but hills, and darknes ay dois beare,
(And for this caufe was Scotia calld of old,)
Her lyking here, when it was to them told,
And how flie greind not to go backe againe :
The loue they bure her, turnd into difdaine.



4(' P H OE N 1 X.

Lo, here the fruicts, whilks of Inuy dois breid,
To harme them all, who vertue dois imbrace.
Lo, here the fruicts, from her whilks dois proceid,
To harme them all, that be in better cace
Then others be. So followed they the trace
Of proud Inuy, thir countreyis lying neir,
That fuch a foule, fhould lyke to tary heir.

Whill Fortoun at the laft, not onely moued
Inuy to this, which could her not content,
Whill that Inuy. did feafe fom foules that loued
Her anis as femed : but yet their ill intent
Kythed, when they faw all other foules ftill bent
To follow her, mi/knowing them at all.
This made them worke her vndeferued fall.

Thir were the rauening fowls, whome of I fpak
Before, the whilks (as I already mew)
Was wount into her prefence to hald bak
Their crueltie, from fimples ones, that flew
With her, ay whill Inuy all feare withdrew.
Thir ware, the JRauin, the Stainchell, and the Glcd,
With others kynds, whom in this malice bred.

Fra Malice thus was rooted be Inuy,
In them as fone the awin effects did maw.
Which made them fyne, vpon ane day, to fpy
And wait till that, as me was wount, me flaw
Athort the fkyes, fyne did they neir her draw,
Among the other fowlis of dyuers kynds,
Although they ware fair diffonant in mynds.

For where as they ware wount her to obey,

Their mynde farr contrair then did plaine appeare.

For then they made her as a commoun prey

To them, of whome fhe looked for no deare,

They ftrake at her fo bitterly, whill feare

Stayde other fowlis to preis for to defend her

From thir ingrate, whilks now had clene mifkend her.



P H OE N I X. 47

When me could find none other faue refuge
From thefe their bitter ftraiks, fhe fled at lafl
To me ( as if fhe wolde wifhe me to iudge
The wrong they did her ) yet they followed faft
Till fhe betuix my leggs her felfe did caft.
For fauing her from thefe, which her oppreft,
Whofe hote purfute, her fuffred not to reft.

Bot yet at all that ferved not for remeid,
For rioghttheles, they fpaird her not a haire
In flede of her, yea whyles they made to bleid
My leggs : ( fo grew their malice mair and mair )
Which made her both to rage and to difpair,
Firft, that but caufe they did her fuch difhort :
Nixt, that flie laked help in any fort.

Then hailing tane ane dry and wethered flra,

tn deip difpair, and in ane lofty rage

She fprang vp heigh, outfleing euery fa :

Syne to Panchaia came, to change her age

Vpon Apollos altar, to affwage

With outward fyre her inward raging fyre :

Which then was all her cheif and whole defyre.

Then being carefull, the event to know
Of her, who homeward had returnde againe
Where fhe was bred, where florins dois neuer blow,
Nor bitter blafts, nor winter fnows, nor raine,
But fommer ftill : that countray doeth fo flaine
All realmes in fairnes. There in hafte I fent,
Of her to know the yffew and event.

The meffinger went there into fie hafle,
As could permit the farrnes of the way,
By croffmg ower fa mony countreys wafte
Or he come there. Syne with a lytle flay
Into that land, drew homeward euery day :
In his returne, lyke diligence he fhew
As in his going there, through realmes anew.



48 P H OE N I X.

Fra he returnd, then fone without delay
I fpeared at him, ( the certeantie to try )
What word of Phcenix which was flown away?
And if through all the lands he could her fpy,
Where through he went, I bad him not deny,
But tell the trueth, yea whither good or ill
Was come of her, to wit it was my will.

He tolde me then, how me flew bak againe,
Where fra fhe came, and als he did receit,
How in Panchaia toun, fhe did remaine
On Phoebus alter, there for to compleit
With Thus and Myrrh, and other odours fweit
Of flowers of dyuers kyndes, and of Incens
Her neft. With that he left me in fufpens.

Till that I charged him no wayes for to fpair,

Bot prefently to tell me out the reft.

He tauld me then, How Titans garland thair

Inflamde be heate, reflexing on her neft,

The withered ftra, which when fhe was oppreft

Heir be yon fowlis, fhe bure ay whill fhe came

There, fyne aboue her neft fhe laid the fame.

And fyne he tolde, how fhe had fuch defyre
To burne her felf, as fhe fat downe therein.
Syne how the Sunne the withered ftra did fyre,
Which brunt her neft, her fethers, bones, and fkin
All turnd in afh. Whofe end dois now begin
My woes : her death maks lyfe to greif in me.
She, whome I rew my eyes did euer fee.

O deuills of darknes, contraire vnto light,

In Phoebus fowle, how could ye get fuch place,

Since ye are hated ay be Photbus bright ?

For ftill is fene his light dois darknes chace.

But yet ye went into that fowle, whofe grace,

As Phoebus fowle, yet ward the Sunne him fell.

Her light his ftaind, whome in all light dois d \vcll.



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And thou ( 6 Phoenix ) why was thow fo moued

Thow foule of light, be enemies to thee,

For to forget thy heauenly hewes, whilkis loued

Were baith by men and fowlis that did them fee ?

And fyne in hewe of afhe that they fould bee

Conuerted all : and that thy goodly fhape

In Chaos fould, and noght the fyre efcape ?

And thow ( 6 reuthles Death] fould thow deuorg

Her? who not only paffed by all mens mynde

All other fowlis in hew, and fhape, but more

In rarenes ( fen there was none of her kynde

But fhe alone ) whome with thy Rounds thow pynde :

And at the laft, hath perced her through the hart,

But reuth or pitie, with thy mortall dart.

Yet worft of all, fhe liued not half her age.

Why ftayde thou Tyme at leaft, which all dois teare

To worke with her? O what a cruel rage,

To cut her off, before her threid did weare !

Wherein all Planets keeps their courfe, that yeare

It was not by the half yet worne away,

Which fould with her haue ended on a day.

Then fra thir newis, in forrows foped haill,

Had made vs both a while to holde our peace,

Then he began and faid, Pairt of my taill

Is yet vntolde, Lo here one of her race,


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