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 Elegy upo7i Sir Philip Sidney. 347

That fees not learning, valour and morality,

Jufhice, friendlliip, and kind hofpitality,

Yea and Divinity within his book,

Such were prejudicate, and did not look. ,

In all Records his name I ever fee

Put with an Epithite of dignity.

Which fhews his worth was great, his honour fuch,

The love his Country ought him, was as much.

Then let none di fallow of thefe my ftraines

Whilft Englifh blood 3'et runs within my veins.

O brave Ac/iilles, I wifh fome Homer w^ould

Engrave in Marble, with Characters of gold

The valiant feats thou didft on Flanders coaft.

Which at this day fair Bclgia may boaft.

The more I fa}', the more thy worth I llain.

Thy fame and praife is far be3'ond my ftrain.

O Zntphen^ Zutphen that moft fatal City

Made famous by thy death, much more the pity:

Ah! in his blooming prime death pluckt this role

E're he was ripe, his thread cut Atropos.

��Yet great Auguftus was content (we know) To be faluted bj a filly Crow; Then let fuch Crowes as I, thj praifes fing, A Crow's a Crow, and CcE/ar is a King. O brave Achilles, I wilh fome Homer would Engrave on Marble, in characters of Gold, What famous feats thou didlt, on Flanders coaft, Of which, this day, faire Belgia doth boaft. O Ziitphoit, ZiitpJiou, that moft fatall City, Made famous by thy fall, much more's the pittv;

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