The poems of Queen Elizabeth I Edited by Leicester Bradner |
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EPITAPH MADE BY THE QUEEN'S MAJESTY AT THE DEATH OF THE PRINCESS OF ESPINOYE |
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EPITAPH MADE BY THE QUEEN'S MAJESTY AT THE DEATH OF THE PRINCESS OF ESPINOYE
When the warrior Phoebus goeth to make his roundWith a painful course to t'other hemisphere,
A dark shadow, a great horror and a fear
In I know not what clouds environ the ground.
And even so for Pinoy, that fair virtuous lady
(Although Jupiter have in this horizon
Made a star of her by the Ariadnian crown),
Mourns, dolor and grief accompany our body.
O Atropos, thou hast done a work perverst,
And as a bird that hath lost both young and nest
About the place where it was makes many a turn,
Even so doth Cupid, that infant god of amor,
Fly about the tomb where she lies all in dolor,
Weeping for her eyes wherein he made sojourn.
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