 | The Tragicomoedi of the vertuous Octauia |  |
All' autore.
The Thracian Poet, that reuiu'd his wife,Breeding in furies, pitty, and delight;
Whose fame dooth yet suruiue his shortned life,
Must honor yeeld is what thou doost indite.
For he, who oftentimes by Musickes force,
Did serpents charme, streames stay, and trees remoue:
In womens mindes, could neuer mooue remorse,
As his vnhappy end doth plainly prooue.
Wherefore most praisd be thy praise worthy muse,
Which farre surmounts the might of antique age:
Winning that sexes grace, which did refuse
By hearing Orpheus, to relent their rage.
Because no musick with their minde accordes:
But that which vertues harmonie affordes.
Mia.
| The Tragicomoedi of the vertuous Octauia | |