Epitaphes, Epigrams, Songs and Sonets with a Discourse of the Friendly affections of Tymetes to Pyndara his Ladie. Newly corrected with additions, and set out by George Turbervile |
Of Dido and the truth of hir death.
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Epitaphes, Epigrams, Songs and Sonets | ||
Of Dido and the truth of hir death.
I Dido and the Queene of Carthage ground,
Whose lims thou seest so liuely set to sight:
Such one I was, but neuer to be found
So farre in loue as Vergill seemes to wright,
I liude not so in lust and fowle delight.
Whose lims thou seest so liuely set to sight:
Such one I was, but neuer to be found
So farre in loue as Vergill seemes to wright,
I liude not so in lust and fowle delight.
For neither he that wandring Duke of Troie
Knewe mee, nor yet at Lybie lande ariude:
But to escape Iarbos that did noie
Mee sore, of lyfe my Carcasse I depriude,
To keepe my Hest that he would tho haue riude.
Knewe mee, nor yet at Lybie lande ariude:
But to escape Iarbos that did noie
Mee sore, of lyfe my Carcasse I depriude,
To keepe my Hest that he would tho haue riude.
No storme of loue, or dolour made me die,
I slue my selfe to saue my Sheete of shame
Wherein good Sycheus wrapped me perdie:
Then Vergill then the greater be thy blame,
That so by loue dost breede my fowle defame.
I slue my selfe to saue my Sheete of shame
Wherein good Sycheus wrapped me perdie:
Then Vergill then the greater be thy blame,
That so by loue dost breede my fowle defame.
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