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TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE
THE LADIE STRANGE.
MOST brave and noble Ladie; the things, that make ye so much honored of the world as ye bee, are such, as (without my simple lines testimonie) are throughlie knowen to all men; namely, your excellent beautie, your vertuous behavior, and your noble match with that most honourable Lord, the very Paterne of right Nobilitie: But the causes, for which ye have thus deserved of me to be honoured, (if honour it be at all,) are, both your particular bounties, and also some private bands of affinitie,* which it hath pleased your Ladiship to acknowledge. Of which whenas I found my selfe in no part woorthie, I devised this last slender meanes, both to intimate my humble affection to your Ladiship, and also to make the same universallie knowen to the world; that by honouring you they might know me, and by knowing me they might honor you. Vouchsafe, noble Lady, to accept this simple remembrance, though not worthy of your self, yet such, as perhaps by good acceptance thereof ye may hereafter cull out a more meet and memorable evidence of your owne excellent deserts. So recommending the same to your Ladiships good liking, I humbly take leave.
* Lady Strange was a daughter of Sir John Spenser, and sister of
Lady Carey, to whom Muiopotmos was dedicated.
TEARES OF THE MUSES.*
REHEARSE to me, ye sacred Sisters nine,
For since the time that Phoebus foolish sonne
Such mournfull tunes were never since invented.
Nor since that faire Calliope did lose
Her loved Twinnes, the dearlings of her ioy,
Her Palici, whom her unkindly foes,
The Fatall Sisters, did for spight destroy,
Ver. 15.-Palici.] The Palici were children of Jupiter and Thalia, not Calliope.
* This poem consists of the lamentations of the nine Muses over the
Whom all the Muses did bewaile long space;
For all their groves, which with the heavenly noyses
The trembling streames which wont in chanels cleare
The ioyous Nymphes and lightfoote Faëries
Which thether came to heare their musick sweet,
And to the measure of their melodies
Did learne to move their nimble-shifting feete;
Now, hearing them so heavily lament,
Like heavily lamenting from them went.
And all that els was wont to worke delight
Through the divine infusion of their skill,
So made by nature for to serve their will,
Was turned now to dismall heavinesse,
decay of learning, and of the indifference with which poetry and poets were regarded. It has little merit but that of smoothness of versification.
Ay me! what thing on earth that all thing breeds,
What furie, or what feend, with felon deeds
And pierce immortall breasts with mortall smarts?
Vouchsafe ye then, whom onely it concernes,
Begin, thou eldest Sister of the crew,
HEARE, thou great Father of the gods on hie,
Behold the fowle reproach and open shame,
Ne onely they that dwell in lowly dust,