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 THOMAS CAMPION

Then wilt thou speak of banqueting delights, Of masques and revels which sweet youth did make, Of tourneys and great challenges of knights, And all these triumphs for thy beauty's sake When thou hast told these honours done to thee, Then tell, O tell, how thou didst murder me'

��183 A Hymn in Praise of Neptune

OF Neptune's empire let us sing, At whose command the waves obey , To whom the rivers tribute pay, Down the high mountains sliding To whom the scaly nation yields Homage for the crystal fields

Wherein they dwell: And every sea-god pays a gem Yearly out of hib wat'ry cell To deck great Neptune's diadem.

The Tritons dancing in a ring Before his palace gates do make The water with their echoes quake, Like the great thunder sounding The sea-nymphs chant their accents shrill And the sirens, taught to kill With their sweet voice, Make ev'ry echoing rock reply Unto their gentle murmuring noise The praise of Neptune's empery.

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