So, loathing earth, I looke up to the sky, And, being driven hence, I thether fly. Thence I behold the miserie of men, Which want the bliss that Wisedom would them breed, And like brute beasts doo lie in loathsome den 531 Of ghostly darknes, and of gastlie dreed: With that shee wept and waild so pityouslie, 535 As if her eyes had beene two springing wells; And all the rest, her sorrow to supplie, Did throw forth shriekes and cries and dreery yells. So ended shee: and then the next in rew Began her mournfull plaint, as doth ensew. 540 POLYHYMNIA. A DOLEFULL case desires a dolefull song, 545 For the sweet numbers and melodious measures, And make a tunefull Diapase of pleasures, Now being let to runne at libertie 550 By those which have no skill to rule them right, Heapes of huge words uphoorded hideously, 555 Whilom in ages past none might professe But Princes and high Priests that secret skill; 560 And with deepe Oracles their verses fill: Then was shee held in soveraigne dignitie, And made the noursling of Nobilitie. But now nor Prince nor Priest doth her maintayne, But suffer her prophaned for to bee 56.6 Of the base vulgar, that with hands uncleane Dares to pollute her hidden mysterie; And treadeth under foote hir holie things, Which was the care of Kesars and of Kings. 570 One onelie lives, her ages ornament, And myrrour of her Makers maiestie, That with rich bountie, and deare cherishment, Ne onelie favours them which it professe, 575 But is her selfe a peereles Poëtesse. Most peereles Prince, most peereles Poëtesse, Live she for ever, and her royall p❜laces 580 Be fild with praises of divinest wits, That her eternize with their heavenlie writs! Some few beside this sacred skill esteme, Admirers of her glorious excellence ; Which, being lightned with her beawties beme, To sing with Angels her immortall praize. But all the rest, as borne of salvage brood, But with base thoughts are into blindnesse led, may. Eftsoones such store of teares shee forth did powre, 585 590 596 And all her Sisters, seeing her sad stowre, Did weep and waile, and made exceeding mone, And all their learned instruments did breake: The rest untold no living tongue can speake. 6.00 |