Devoreux Vertues teares for the losse of the most christian King Henry, third of that name, King of Fraunce; and the vntimely death, of the most noble & heroicall Gentleman, VValter Deuoreux, who was slaine before Roan in Fraunce. First written in French, by the most excellent and learned Gentlewoman, Madam G. Petau Maulette. And paraphrastically translated into English, Ieruis [Gervase] Markham |
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To his deere friend Ieruis Markham.
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To his deere friend Ieruis Markham.
No longer let dismembred ItalieThinke scorne of our (thought dull for colder) clime,
VVee are not so frost-bitten in the prime,
But blest from heau'n with as great wealth as shee:
VVith all her Citties shall one, our Cittie
Compare for all the wealth of this rich time;
Thames shall with Po vie Swanns, Swanns musicke chime,
London with subtle Venice, pollicie;
Shee shall drop beauties with faire Genoa,
Though humorous trauailers repine thereat:
But not with glorious Florence will they say,
So farre fam'd for her wits triumuirat;
To that proude brag thou Ieruis shalt replie,
VVhose Muse in this song giues them all the Lye.
E. Guilpin.
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