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 Elegy upon Sir Philip Sidney. 351

Then to reveng this wrong, themfelves engage,

And drave me from Parnajfus in a rage.

Then wonder not if I no better fped,

Since I the Mufes thus have injured.

I penfive for my fault, fate down, and then [206]

Errata through their leave, threw me my pen.

My Poem to conclude, two lines they deign

Which writ, fhe bad return't to them again;

So Sidneys fame I leave to Englands Rolls,

His bones do lie interred in ftately Pauls.

His Epitaph,

Here lies in fame under this ftone, Philip and Alexander both in one;

With high difdain, they laid thej gave no more, Since Sydney had exhaufted all their ftore, That this contempt it did the more perplex, In being done by one of their own lex ; They took from me, the fcribling pen I had, I to be eas'd of fiich a talk was glad. For to revenge his wrong, themfelves ingage, And drave me from Parnajfus in a rage, Not becaufe, fweet Sydney's fame was not dear. But I had blemilh'd theirs, to make 't appear : I penfive for my fault, fat down, and then. Errata, through their leave threw me my pen. For to conclude my poem two lines they daigne. Which writ, fhe bad return 't to them again. So Sydney's fame, I leave to England's Rolls, His bones do lie interr'd in ftately Pauls.

His Epitaph.

Here lies intomb'd /'« fame, under this Jloue, Philip and Alexander both in one.

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