ΑΝ ELEGY UPON THAT HONORABLE AND RENOWNED KNIGHT SIR PHILIP SIDNEY, WHO WAS UNTIMELY SLAIN AT THE SIEGE OF ZÜTPHEN, ANNO 1586. When England did enjoy her halcyon days As she that swayed the scepter with her hand. Of arms and arts he should a pattern be; Of More worth was his than Clio could set down. Are not his tragic comedies so acted As if your ninefold wit had been compacted With high disdain they said they gave no more Then to revenge this wrong themselves engage, I, pensive for my fault, sat down, and then His Epitaph. Here lies in fame under this stone Heir to the Muses, the son of Mars in truth, O Zütphen, Zütphen, that most fatal city Made famous by thy death, much more the pity! His death present in sable to his wife, Stella the fair, whose streams from conduits fell Fain would I show how he fame's paths did tread, |