The Period of Mourning Disposed into sixe Visions. In Memorie of the late Prince. Together with Nuptiall Hymnes, in Honour of this Happy Marriage betweene the Great Princes, Frederick Count Palatine of the Rhene, and The Most Excellent, and Aboundant President of all Virtve and Goodnes Elizabeth onely Daughter to our Soueraigne, his Maiestie. Also the manner of the Solemnization of the Marriage at White-Hall, on the 14 of February; being Sunday, and St. Valentines day. By Henry Peacham |
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To the Muse.
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To the Muse.
Goe
Muse, that like Endimion did'st but dreame
Of Golden dayes in thy Dispairefull Night;
And stood'st like Tantale in a Siluer-streame,
That fed thy longing with a false delight:
Ope thy dull eyes, and while that others weepe,
Say, what thou saw'st, since thou hast beene asleepe.
Of Golden dayes in thy Dispairefull Night;
And stood'st like Tantale in a Siluer-streame,
That fed thy longing with a false delight:
Ope thy dull eyes, and while that others weepe,
Say, what thou saw'st, since thou hast beene asleepe.
And yet had'st beene, had not (Oh Brightest Faire)
Chast Cynthia with her fauours wakened me,
And His deere Loue, whose losse I shaddow here,
Enforc'd a taske of latest Pietie:
Else better farre, we had beene silent still;
And slept vnseene vpon a peacefull Hill.
Chast Cynthia with her fauours wakened me,
And His deere Loue, whose losse I shaddow here,
Enforc'd a taske of latest Pietie:
Else better farre, we had beene silent still;
And slept vnseene vpon a peacefull Hill.
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