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 Elegy upon Sir Philip Sidney. ■ 345

Mars and Minerva did in one agree,

Of Arms and Arts he fhould a pattern be,

Calliope with TerpJicJiore did ling.

Of Poelie, and of mulick, he was King;

His Rhetorick flruck Polimina dead.

His Eloquence made Mcrc2try wax red;

His Logick from Etiterpe won the Crown,

More worth was his then Clio could fet down.

Thalia and Melpomene fay truth,

(Witnefs Arcadia penned in his youth,)

Are not his tragick Comedies fo a6led,

As if 3^our ninefold wit had been compacted.

Mars and Minert'a did in one agree, Of Armes, and Arts, thou lliould'ft a patterne be. Calliope with Terpfechor did ling. Of Poefie, and of Mufick thou wert King ; Thy Rhethorick it ftruck Polimnia dead. Thine Eloquence made Mercury wax red ; Thy Logick from Euterpe won the Crown, More worth was thine, then Clio could fet down. Thalia, and Melpomene, fay th' truth, (Witneffe Arcadia, penn'd in his youth) Are not his Tragick Comedies fo adled, As if your nine-fold wit had been compared; To Ihew the world, they never law before. That this one Volumne fhould exhauft your ftore. I praife thee not for this, it is unfit. This was thy fliame, O miracle of wit ; Yet doth thy fhame (with all) purchafe renown, What doe thy vertues then.'' Oh, honours crown ! In all records, thy Name I ever fee, Put with an Epithet of dignity ;

Which fhewes, thy worth was great, thine honour fuch, The love thy Country ought thee, was as much.

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