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That same is now nought but a champian
wide,
Where all this worlds pride once was situate
No blame to thee, whosoeuer dost abide
By Nyle, or Gange, or Tygre, or Euphrate,
Ne Afrtke thereof guiltie is, nor Spatrv,
Nor the bolde people by the Thamis bnncks,
Nor the braue warhcke brood of Alematne,
Nor the borne Souldier which Rhine running
drinks
Thou onely cause, 0 Ciuill fune, art 429
Which sowing in th'Aemathtan fields thy spight,
Didst arme thy hand against thy proper hart,
To th'end that when thou wast in greatest hight
To greatnes growne, through long prospentie,
Thou then adowne might'st fall more horn
blie
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Hope ye my verses that postentie
Of age ensuing shall you euer read "?
Hope ye that euer immortalitie
So meane Harpes worke may chalenge for her
meed?
If vnder heauen anie endurance were, 439
These moniments, which not in paper writ,
But in Porphyre and Marble doo appeare,
Might well haue hop'd to haue obtained it
COMPLAINTS
Nath'les my Lute, whom Phoebus deignd to
giue,
Cease not to sound these olde antiquities
For if that tune doo let thy glorie hue,
Well maist thou boast, how euer base thou
bee,
That thou art first, which of thy Nation
song
Th'olde honour of the people gowned long.
L'Envoy
Bellay first garland of free Poesie
That France brought forth, though fruitfull of
braue wits, 450
Well worthie thou of immortalitie,
That long hast traueld by thy learned writs,
Olde Rome out of her ashes to reuiue, *
And giue a second life to dead decayes
Needes must he all etemitie surume,
That can to other giue eternall dayes
Thy dayes therefore are endles, and thy
prayse
Excelling all, that euer went before,
And after thee, gins Bartas hie to rayse
His heauenly Muse, th'Almightie to adore 460
Liue happie spirits, th'honour of your name,
And fill the world with neuer dying fame
FINIS.