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Jn praise of the Author, and his Tragedy of Darius.
A Sonnet.
Give place all ye to dying Darius wounds,(While this great Geeek him in his throne enstals,
Who fell before seven-ported Thebes wals,
Or under Ilions old sky-threatning Rounds.
Your sowre-sweet voyce not halfe so sadly sounds,
Though I confesse, most famous be your fals,
Slaine, sacrific'd, transported, and made thrals;
Thrown headlong, burnt, and banish't from your bounds:
Whom Sophocles, Euripides have song,
And Æschylus in stately Tragicke tune:
Yet none of all hath so divinely done
As matchlesse Menstrie in his native tongue.
Thus Darius Ghost seemes glad now to be so,
Triumpht on twise by Alexanders two.
Io. Murray.
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