The Tragicall Death of Sophonisba Written by David Mvrray |
To my kinde friend Da Murrray.
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The Tragicall Death of Sophonisba | ||
To my kinde friend Da Murrray.
In new attire (and put most neatly on)Thou Murray mak'st thy passionate Queene apeare,
As when she sat on the Numidian throne,
Deck'd with those Gems that most refulgent were.
So thy stronge muse her maker like repaires,
That from the ruins of her wasted vrne,
Into a body of delicious ayres:
Againe her spirit doth transmigrated turne,
That scortching soile which thy great subiect bore,
Bred those that coldly but expres'd her merit,
Here shee hath found a noble fiery spirit,
Both there, and here, so fortunate for Fame,
That what she was, she's euery where the same.
M. Drayton
The Tragicall Death of Sophonisba | ||