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Then, Phyllis, fince our passions are
To my Lord of NORTHUMBERLAND,
the Death of his Lady.
But the whole debt not to be paid by you.
The brave Æmilius, his great charge laid dow), (The force of Rome, and fate of Macedon) In his loft fons did feel the cruel stroke Of changing Fortune; and thus highly spoke Before Rome's people; “ We did oft implor”, “ That if the heavens had any bad in 'ore “ For your Æmilius, they would pour that ill “ On his own house, and let you flourish still." You on the barren seas, my Lord, have spent Whole springs; and summers to the public lent: Suspended all the pleasures of your life, And shorten'd the short joy of such a wife : For which your country's more obliged, than For many lives of old, less happy, men. You, that have sacrific'd so great a part of youth, and private bliss, ought to impart Your sorrow too; and give your friends a right As well in your affliction, as delight. Then with Æmilian-courage bear this cross, Since public persons only public loss Ought to affect. And though her form, and youth, Her application to your will, and truth; That noble sweetness, and that humble state, (All snatch'd away by such a hasty fate!) Might give excuse to any common breast, With the huge weight of so just grief opprest: Yet let no portion of your life be stain'd With passion, but your character maintain'd To the last act: it is enough her stone May honour'd be with superscription
of the sole Lady, who had power to move
To my LORD ADMIRAL, of his late Sickness
and Recovery WITH joy like ours, the Thracian youth invades
Orpheus, returning from th’ Elysian fhades; Embrace the Hero, and his stay implore; Make it their public fuit, he would no more Desert them fo; and for his fpouse's sake, His vanish'd love, tempt the Lethean lake: The Ladies too, the brightest of that time, (Ambitious all his lofty bed to climb) Their doubtful hopes with expectation feed, Who Thall the fair Eurydice succeed : Eurydice! for whom his numcrous moan Makes listening trees and savage mountains groan Through all the air his sounding strings dilate Sorrow, like that which touch'd our hearts of late. Your pining sickness, and your restless pain, At once the land affecting, and the Main : When the glad news that you were Admiral Scarce through the nation spread, 'twas fear'd by all That our great Charles, whose wisdom Mines in you, Would be perplexed how to chuse a new. So more than private was the joy, and grief, That at the worst it gave our souls relief, That in our age such sense of virtue liv'd; They joy'd so justly, and so justly griev'd.
Nature (her faireft lights eclipsed) seems
The next support, fair hope of your great name,
And now, relentless Fate about to end The line, which backwards does so far extend That antique stock, which still the world supplies With bravest spirits, and with brightest eyes ; Kind Phæbus interposing, bid me say Such storms no more thall shake that house ; but they
Like Neptune, and his * sea-born Niece, shall be
TAY, Phæbus, Itay!
haste With no such objc&t, nor falute
rile With no such wonder, as De Mornay's eyes.
Well does this
Which made you move
On my Lady DOROTHY SIDNEY's Picture. UCH was Philoclea, and such + Dorus' fame;
The I matchless Sidney, that immortal frame Of perfect beauty, on two pillars placed :
his high fancy could one pattern, grac'd With such extremes of excellence, compose ; Wonders so distant in one face disclose !
Venus. f Pamela.
Sir Philip Sidney.