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Show T H If allth Who coul Her beaut Within th HYs$TOR world were foughte fo farre finde fuche a wight twinkleth lyke a ftarr frofty night By bandes and troupes of footemen, with his garde Speedes to Dary, but hym his mereft kyn Oxate preferves with horfemen on a plamp Before his carr, that none his charge fhould give Here grunts, here groans, ceche where firong yout is {pent NAY youthfull yeres are paft < My joyfull dayes are gone [ a Man in wo My mifchiefe to forgo 1 freefe amyddes the fyer I {ee fhe doth withold - That is'my honeft defyre I fee my helpe at hande I fee my lyfe alfo I fee where fhe doth ftand "That is my deadly fo And in celeftiall bodies he could tel The moving meeting light, afpect, eclips An influence and conftellations all What earthly chaunces would betyde, what yere Of plenty {torde, what figne forewarned death I fee how fhe doth fee Ho And yet fhe wil be blynde I {ee in helpyng me She fekes and wil not fynde I fee how [he doth wrye When I begynne to mone I fee When I come nye How fayne fhe would be gone I fee what wil ye more She will me gladly kill And you thall fee therfor That fhe fhall have her will winter gendreth fnow what temperatur 1o the prime tyde doth feafon well the foyle, Why fummer burnes, why autumne hath ripe grapes Whither the circle quadrate may become Whether our tunes heavens harmony can yeld Of four begyns among themf{elves how grea Proportion is; what {way the erring lighte { Dothfend in courfe gayne that fyrlt movyng heaven; What grees one from another diftance be What ftarr doth lett the hurtfull fyre to rage Or him more mylde what oppofition makes What fyre doth qualifye Mavorfes fyre What houfe eche one doth feeke, what plannet I cannot live with ftones It 1s too hard a foode 1 wil be dead at one The death of ZOROAS, an Egiptian aftronomer in the firlt fight that Alexandet had with th Perfians clattring armes, now raging broyls of warre Gan pafie the noys of dredfull trumpetts clang Shrowded with fhafts, the heaven with cloude o Covered the ayre. Apgainft full fatted bulles As forceth kyndled yre the lyons keene Whole greedy gutts the gnawing hunger pricke 50 Macedons "againit the Perfians fare Now corpfes hyde the purpurde foyle with bloo Large flaughter on eche fide, but Perfes more Moyft: fieldes bebled, theyr heartes and number ba; te Fainted while they gave backe, and fall to flighte He dyeth, he is all dead, he pantes, he reftes Right over ftoode in fnowwhite armour brave The Memphite Zoroas, a cunnyng clarke To whom the heaven lay open as his booke I burne and am a colde dartes The Perfes foweth all kind of cruel death With throte yrent he roares, he lyeth alon His entrailes with a launce through gryded quyte Hym {mytes the club, bym woundes farre .firykin bowe And hym the {ling, and him the fhining fword Delirous to be ded NO Shaking her t?loudy hands, Bellone amon My lyfe it may not laft My grave and I am one My myrth and joyes are fled To do my Lady good 'T-H The litening Macedon by fVVOYd?‘Sv by ,g]e"‘"_'ei The Lover refufed of his love, embraceth vertue An O raigne Within this heaven {phere, nor that {mall thynge I fpeake, whole heaven he clofeth in his breft This fage then in the ftarres hath fpyed the fate Threatned him death without delay, and, fith He faw he could not fatall order chaunge Foreward he preft in battayle, that he migh Mete with the rulers of the Macedons Of his right hand defirous to be flain The bouldeft borne, and worthieft in the feilde And as a wight, now wery of his life And feking death, in fyrft front of his rage Comes defperately to Alexanders tace At him with dartes one after other throwes With recklefle wordes and clamour him provokes And fayth, Nectanaks baftard thameful] ftayn Of mothers bed, why lofeft thou thy ftrokes Cowarde among Tur thee to me in caf Manhood there be {o much left in thy heart Come fight with me, that on my helmet wear ~ Apolle' |