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Chorus.
What heape of happes do tumble vpsyde downe
Th'estate of man? lesse raging Fortune flies
On little things: lesse leaming lightes are throwne
By hand of Ioue, on that which lower lies.
The homely couch safe merry hartes do keepe:
The Cotage base doth giue the Golden sleepe.
Th'estate of man? lesse raging Fortune flies
On little things: lesse leaming lightes are throwne
By hand of Ioue, on that which lower lies.
The homely couch safe merry hartes do keepe:
The Cotage base doth giue the Golden sleepe.
The lofty Turrets top that cleaues the cloude
VVithstandes the sturdy stormes of Southren wynde,
And Boreas boysterous blastes with threatning loud
Of blusteryng Corus shedding showres by kinde.
The reking Dales do seldome noiance take,
Byding the brunt of Lightninges flashing flake.
VVithstandes the sturdy stormes of Southren wynde,
And Boreas boysterous blastes with threatning loud
Of blusteryng Corus shedding showres by kinde.
The reking Dales do seldome noiance take,
Byding the brunt of Lightninges flashing flake.
Th'aduaunced crest of Caucasus the great
Did quake with bolt of lofty thundring Ioue:
VVhen he from cloudes his thunder dintes did beat,
Dame Cybels Phrygian fryth did trembling moue:
King Ioue in hawty heauen ful sore affright
The nighest thinges with weapons doth he smyght.
Did quake with bolt of lofty thundring Ioue:
VVhen he from cloudes his thunder dintes did beat,
Dame Cybels Phrygian fryth did trembling moue:
King Ioue in hawty heauen ful sore affright
The nighest thinges with weapons doth he smyght.
The ridges low of Vulgar peoples house
Striken with stormes do neuer greatly shake:
His Kingdomes coast Ioues thundring thumpes do souse:
VVith wauering winges that houre his flight doth take
Nor flitting Fortune with her tickle wheele
Lets any wight assured ioy to feele.
Striken with stormes do neuer greatly shake:
His Kingdomes coast Ioues thundring thumpes do souse:
VVith wauering winges that houre his flight doth take
Nor flitting Fortune with her tickle wheele
Lets any wight assured ioy to feele.
VVho in the VVorld beholds the Starres ful bright,
And chereful day forsaking gastly Death,
His sorrowfull returne with groning spright
He rewes, sith it depriude his Sonne of breath
He seeth his lodging in his court agayne,
More doleful is then sharpe Auernus payne.
And chereful day forsaking gastly Death,
His sorrowfull returne with groning spright
He rewes, sith it depriude his Sonne of breath
He seeth his lodging in his court agayne,
More doleful is then sharpe Auernus payne.
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O PALLAS vnto whom all Athens land
Due homage oweth, because that THESEVS thine
Among vs worldly Wights againe doth stand,
And seeth the Heauens vpon himselfe to shine,
And passed hath the parlous myrie Mud
Of stinking Stygian Fen, and filthy Flud.
Due homage oweth, because that THESEVS thine
Among vs worldly Wights againe doth stand,
And seeth the Heauens vpon himselfe to shine,
And passed hath the parlous myrie Mud
Of stinking Stygian Fen, and filthy Flud.
Vnto thy rauening Vncles dreery Gaile
O Lady chaste not one Ghost dost thou owe,
The Hellick Tyrant knovves his perfect tale,
Who from the Court this shriking shrill doth throwe?
What mischiefe comes in frantick PHÆDRAS brayne
With naked Svvord thus running out amayne.
O Lady chaste not one Ghost dost thou owe,
The Hellick Tyrant knovves his perfect tale,
Who from the Court this shriking shrill doth throwe?
What mischiefe comes in frantick PHÆDRAS brayne
With naked Svvord thus running out amayne.
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