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Dr with the hook or net,
Where thou dost gather now Bare-footed, wantonly
Of well employed life Che pleasant dainty fish
Th'inestimable gains; lo cotangle or deceive.
Where Venus on thee smiles, Che shepherds left
Apollo gives thee place, l'heir wonted places of resort,
And Mars, in reverent wise Their bagpipes now were still;
Doth to thy vertue bow, Their loving merry lays
And decks his fiery sphear were quite forgot; and now
To do thee honour most : their focks, men might perceive
In highest part whereof, o wander and to stray,
Thy valour for to grace, All carelessly peglect;
A chair of gold he sets ind in the itead of mirth
To thee, and there doth tell Ind pleasure, nights and days,
Thy noble acts anew, jeught else was to be heard
Whereby even they that boast ut wocs, complaints, and mone.
Themselves of ancient fame, fur thou (O blcfied Soul!)
As Pyrrhus, Hannibal, oft haply not respect
Scipio, and Casar, with 'hese tears we fhed, though full
The rest that did excel i loving pure aspect;
In martial prowess, high laving a fix'd thine eye
Thy glory to admire. a that most glorious throne,
All haill! therefore, here, full of majesty.
O worthy Philip, immortal! be high Creacor reigns;
The flowre of Sydney's race ! : whose bright shining face
The honour of thy name! by joys are all complete,
Whose worthy praise to sing Those love kindles thy spright;
My Muses not aspire ; There happy always one
But, sorrowful and sad, bou liv'it in bliss
These tears to thee let fall, hat earthly passion never ftains
Yet wish their verses might here from the purest spring,
So far and wide thy fame he sacred nectar sweet
Extend, that envy's rage thy continual drink;
Nor time might end the same.
THE TEARS OF THE MUSES.
To the right honourable
THE LADY STRANGE.
Most brave and noble Lady! the things that make ye so much honoured of the world as ye be, are such as (without my simple lines' testimony) are throughly known to all men, namely, your ex, cellent beauty, your vertuous behaviour, and your noble match with that mot honourable lord the very pattern of right nobility: but the causes for which ye have deserved of me to be honoured (if honour it be at all) are both your particular bounties, and also some private bands of affinity which it hath pleased your Ladyship to acknowledge; of which whenas I found my self in no part worthy, I devised this last fender means, br.th to intimate my hunible affection to your Ladyship, and allo to make the same universally known to the world, that by honouring you they might know me, and by knowing me they might honour you.
Vouchsafe, noble Lady! to accept this simple remembrance, though not worthy of your self, yes such as, perhaps, by good acceptance thereof, ye may hereafter cull out a more meet and memorable evidence of your own excellent deserts. So, recommending the same to your Ladyship's goud liking, I humbly take leave.
Your Ladyship's humbly ever,
Reverse to me, ye facred Sisters Ninc!
For since the time that Phoebus' foolish ron
Nor since that fair Caliope did lose
Behold the foul reproach and open Mame Her loved twins, the dearlings of her joy,
The which is day by day unto us wrought, Her Palici, whom her unkindly foes,
By such as hate the honour of our name, The Fatal Sisters, did for spight destroy,
The foes of learning, and each gentle thought; Whom all the Muses did bewail long space, They, not contented us themselves to scorn, Was ever heard such wailing in this place. Do seek to make us of the world forlorn. For all their groves, which with the heavenly Ne only they that dwell in lowly duft, noises
The fons of Darkncís and of Ignorance, of their sweet instruments were wont to found,
But they whom thou, great Jove! by doom And th' hollow hills, from which their silver
Didst to the type of honour earst advance ; Were wont redoubled ecchoes to rebound,
They now, puft up with 'Ideigpful insulence, Did now rebound with nought but rueful cries,
Despise the brood of blessed Sapience And yelling shrieks thrown up into the skies.
The fectaries of my celestial skill, The trembling streams, which wont in channels
That wont to be the world's chief ornament, clear
And learned inips tha wont to shoot up still, To rumblr gently down with murmur soft,
And grow to height of kingdom's government, And were by them right tuneful taught to bear,
They under kecp, and with their spreading arms A base's part amongst their consorts ost,
Do beat their buds, that perish through their Now forc'd to overflow with brackish tears,
harms. With troublous noisc did dull their dainty ears.
It most behoves the honourable rac
Of mighty peers true wisdom to sustain,
And with their noble countenance to grace
The learned foreheads without gist or gain; Now hearing them so heavily lament,
Or rather learn'd themselves behoves to be, Like heavenly lamenting from them went.
That is the girlond of nobility. And all that else was wont en work delight
But (ah!) all otherwise they do esteem Through the divine infusion of their skill,
Of th' heavenly gift of wisdoni's influence, And all that else seem'd fair and fresh in sight,
And to be learned it a base thing deem; So made by Nature for to serve their will,
Base minded they that want intelligence; Was turned now to dismal heaviness,
For God himself for wisdom is prail'd, Was turned now to dreadful ugliness.
And men to God thereby are nighest rail'd. Ay me! what thing on earth, that all things But they do only ftrive themselves to raise breeds,
Through pompous pride and foolish vanity; Might be the cause of so impatient plight?
In th' eyes of people they put all their praise, What fury or what fiend, with felon deeds,
And only boast of arms and ancefry; Hath stirred up so mischievous despight?
But vertuous deeds, which did those arms first Can grief then enter into heavenly hearts,
give And pierce immortal breasts with mortal smarts? To their grandfires, they care not to atchieve. Vouchsafe ye then, whom only it concerns,
So I, that do all noble feats profess To me those secret causes to display,
To register, and found in trump of gold,' For pone but you, or who of you it learns,
Through their bad doings or base flothfulness Can rightfully aread so dolesul lay.
Find nothing worthy to be writ or told; Begin, thou eldest fifter of the crew,
For better far it were to hide their names,
Than telling them to blazon out their blames.
And all that in this world is worthy hight
Shall die in darkness, and lic hid in flime;
Therefore I mourn with dep heart's forrowing, HEAR, thou grcat Father of the gods on high, Because I no:hing noble have to fing. That most art decaded for thy thunder-darts, And thou our fire, that reign'it in Caftalie, With that she rain'd such store of streaming And Mount Parnals, the god of goodly art;
(cars, Hear and behold the mitcrable ftate
That could have made a tony heart to weep, Of us, thy dauglters, doleful defolate,
And all her sisters rent their golden hears, Are heape with spoils of fortune arid of fear,
So all with rueful spectacles is fill'd,
The flowre of wit, find nought to bury me,
Therefore I mourn and pitiíully mone,
Because that mourning niatter I have none.
Then 'gan she woefully to wail, and wring
Threw forth loud shrieks and drery doleful crios. And iron sides, that fighing may endure,
So refted she; and then the next in rew To wail the wretchedness of world impure ?
Began her grievous plaint, as doth ensus.
Ah! wretched world! the den of wickedness,
Wuere be the sweet delights of learning's trea
Most miserable creature under sky
She arms the breast with constant patience
But he that is of reason's skill bereft,
Why then do foolish men so much despise
O! all is gone; and all that goodly glee,
In ftead therenf, scoffing Scurrility,
By yawning :loh on his own mother Night,
So he is fons both fire and brother hight :
He, arm'd with blindnefs and with boldness stout, Each idle wit at will persumes to make,
(For blind is bold) hath our fair light defaced, And doth the learned's talk upon him take. And gathering unto him a ragged rout
Of Fauns and Satyrs, hath our dwellings raced, But that same gentle spirit, from whose pen And our chatte bowers, in which all vertue Large Itreams of honey and sweet nectar flow,
The sacred springs of horse-foot Helicon,
So oft hedewed with our learned layes,
And speaking streams of pure Caftalion, So am I made the servant of the many,
The famous witness of our wunted praise, And laughing-lock of all that list to scorn, They trampled have with their foul footing's Not honoured nor cared for of any,
tread, Eue loach'd of lofels as a thing forlorn ;
And like to troubled puddles have them made. Therefore I mourn and sorrow with the rest, Until my cause of sorrow be redrest.
Our pleasant groves, which planted were with
plains, Therewith she loudly did lament and Narike,
That with our musick wont so oft to ring, Pouring forth streams of tears abundantiy, And arbours sweet, in which the thepherds’ And all her sisters, with compassion like,
swains The breaches uf her fingulis did fupply.
Were wont so oft their pastorals to sing, So rested the; and then the next in rew
They have cut down, and all their plcalures Beyan her grievous plaint, as doch enfcw.
Like as the dearling of the summer's pride,
So we, that earst were wont in sweet accord
abound, Now wi: hout fruit or leaves are to be found.
In stead of them, foul goblins and shriek-owls,
A song coldness hath benumb'd the sense
Wuoso hath in the lap of soft Delight
Image of hellish horror, Ignorance,
So we, that earst in joyance did abound,