With that shee wept and waild fo pityouflie, Did throw forth fhrieks and cries and dreery yells. Began her mournfull plaint, as doth enfew. POLYHYMNIA. 535 540 A DOLEFULL cafe defires a dolefull song, For the sweet numbers and melodious measures, By those which have no skill to rule them right, Heapes of huge words uphoorded hideously, Whilom in ages paft none might profeffe 545 550 555 560 * of goodly Poëfie.] Spenfer (perhaps his printer's fault) seems hardly confiftent with himself as regards "Poëtry " and "Poëfie." C. And with deepe Oracles their verses fill: But now nor Prince nor Priest doth her maintayne, 565 But fuffer her prophaned for to bee Of the base vulgar, that with hands uncleane Dares to pollute her hidden mysterie; One onelie lives, her ages ornament, That with rich bountie, and deare cherishment, Ne onelie favours them which it profeffe, Most peereles Prince, most peereles Poëteffe, Divine Elifa, facred Empereffe! 570 575 Live she for ever, and her royall P'laces' 580 Be fild with praises of divineft wits, That her eternize with their heavenlie writs! Some few befide this facred skill efteme, Admirers of her glorious excellence; Which, being lightned with her beawties beme, To fing with Angels her immortall praize. 585 y her royall Places.] That is, palaces. The word is printed in the original edition with the elifion, as I have printed it. Modern editions read places. TODD. But all the reft, as borne of falvage brood, And having beene with Acorns alwaies fed, Eftfoones fuch ftore of teares fhee forth did powre, 590 595 600 The rest untold no living tongue can speake.] This is the emendation of the first folio: the original edition reads loving. TODD. "Living" is the word not only in the first folio, but in all other early impreffions, excepting the firft. C. VIRGILS GNAT. LONG SINCE DEDICATED TO THE MOST NOBLE AND EXCELLENT LORD, THE EARLE OF LEICESTER, LATE DECEASED. W RONG'D yet not daring to expreffe my paine, In clowdie teares my cafe I thus complaine But if that any Oedipus unware Shall chaunce, through power of some divining spright, And know the purporte of my evill plight, But what fo by my felfe may not be showen, |