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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
 

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[An Epitaph of Maister Win drowned in the Sea] Againe.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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[An Epitaph of Maister Win drowned in the Sea] Againe.

O Neptune churlish Chuff, O wayward Woolfe
O God of Seas by name, no God in deede,
O Tyran, Ruler of the grauell Goolfe
Where greater Fish on lesser Spawne doth feede
Why didst yu drench with deadly Mace a Wight
That well deserude to run his course aright?
O cruell cursed Tide, O weltring Waue
That W. wrought this detestable care,
O wrathfull surge, why wouldst yu not vouchsafe
Amid thy rage so good a youth to spare,
And suffer him in luckie Bark to reach
The pleasant port of ease and blisfull beach?
But what though surging Seas & tossing Tide
Haue done their worst and vttered all their force
In working W. wrack, that so hath tride
The cruelst rage that might befall his Corse:
Yet naythelesse his euer during name
Is fast ingraude within the house of Fame.
Let Fishes feede vpon his flesh apace,
Let crawling Cungers creepe about his bones,
Let Wormes awake and W: Carkasse race
For why it was appointed for the nones:
But when they haue done all the spite they can
His good report shall liue in mouth of man.
In stead of stonie Tombe and Marble Graue
In lieu of a lamentable Uerse,

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Let W. on the sandie Cheasell haue
This dolefull rime in stead of better Hierse:
Lo, here among the Wormes doth W. woon
That well deserude a farther race to roon.
But since his fate allotted him to fall
Amid the sowsing Seas and troublous Tide,
Let not his death his faithfull Friends appall
For he is not the first that so hath dide,
Nor shall be seene the last: As nie away
To Heauen by waters as by Land they say.