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Uen as Apelles could not paint Campaspes face aright:

Because Campaspes Sun-bright eyes did dimme Apelles sight:

Euen so, amazed at her sight, her sight, all sights excelling,

Like Nyobe the Painter stoode, her sight his sight expelling,

Thus Art and Nature did contend, who should the Victor bee,

Till Art by Nature was supprest, as all the worlde may see.



Hat England lost, that Learning lov'd, that euery mouth commended,

That fame did prayse, that Prince did rayse, that Countrey do defended,

Here lyes the man: lyke to the Swan, who knowing shee shall die,

Doeth tune her voice vnto the Spheares, and scornes Mortalitie.

Two worthie Earls his vncles were; a Lady was his Mother;

A Knight his father; and himselfe a noble Countesse Brother.

Belov'd, bewaild; aline, now dead; of all, with Teares for euer;

Here lyes Sir Philip Sidneis Corps, whom cruell Death did seuer,

He liv'd for her, hee dyde for her; for whom he dyde, he liued:

O graunt (O God) that wee of her, may neuer be depriued.