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Rehearse to me ye sacred Sisters nine	A
The golden brood of great Apolloes wit	B
Those piteous plaints and sorrowful sad tine	A
Which late ye powred forth as ye did sit	B
Beside the siluer Springs of Helicone	A
Making your musick of hart breaking mone	A
For since the time that Phoebus foolish sonne	A
Ythundered through Ioues auengefull wrath	C
For trauersing the charret of the Sunne	A
Beyond the compasse of his pointed path	C
Of you his mournfull Sisters was lamented	D
Such mournfull tunes were neuer since inuented	D
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Nor since that faire Calliope did lose	E
Her loued Twinnes the dearlings of her ioy	F
Her Palici whom her vnkindly foes	G
The fatall Sisters did for spight destroy	H
Whom all the Muses did bewaile long space	I
Was euer heard such wayling in this place	I
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For all their groues which with the heauenly noyses	I
Of their sweete instruments were wont to sound	D
And th' hollow hills from which their siluer voyces	I
Were wont redoubled Echoes to rebound	D
Did now rebound with nought but rufull cries	I
And yelling shrieks throwne vp into the skies	I
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The trembling streames which wont in chanels cleare	H
To romble gently downe with murmur soft	D
And were by them right tunefull taught to beare	H
A Bases part amongst their consorts oft	D
Now forst to ouerflowe with brackish teares	I
With troublous noyse did dull their daintie eares	I
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The ioyous Nymphes and lightfoote Faeries	I
Which thether came to heare their musick sweet	D
And to the measure of their melodies	I
Did learne to moue their nimble shifting feete	D
Now hearing them so heauily lament	D
Like heauily lamenting from them went	D
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And all that els was wont to worke delight	D
Through the diuine infusion of their skill	J
And all that els seemd faire and fresh in sight	D
So made by nature for to serue their will	J
Was turned now to dismall heauinesse	I
Was turned now to dreadfull vglinesse	I
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Ay me what thing on earth that all thing breeds	I
Might be the cause of so impatient plight	D
What furie or what feend with felon deeds	I
Hath stirred vp so mischieuous despight	D
Can griefe then enter into heauenly harts	I
And pierce immortall breasts with mortall smarts	I
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Vouchsafe ye then whom onely it concernes	I
To me those secret causes to display	K
For none but you or who of you it learnes	I
Can rightfully aread so dolefull lay	K
Begin thou eldest Sister of the crew	H
And let the rest in order thee ensew	I
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Clio	L
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HEARE thou great Father of the Gods on hie	M
That most art dreaded for thy thunder darts	I
And thou our Syre that raignst in Castalie	L
And mount Parnasse the God of goodly Arts	I
Heare and behold the miserable state	D
Of vs thy daughters dolefull desolate	D
Behold the fowle reproach and open shame	N
The which is day by day vnto vs wrought	D
By such as hate the honour of our name	N
The foes of learning and each gentle thought	D
They not contented vs themselues to scorne	A
Doo seeke to make vs of the world forlorne	A
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Ne onely they that dwell in lowly dust	D
The sonnes of darknes and of ignoraunce	I
But they whom thou great Iove by doome vniust	D
Didst to the type of honour earst aduaunce	I
They now puft vp with sdeignfull insolence	I
Despite the brood of blessed Sapience	I
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The sectaries of my celestiall skill	L
That wont to be the worlds cheife ornament	D
And learned Impes that wont to shoot vp still	L
And grow to hight of kingdomes gouernment	D
They vnderkeep and with their spredding armes	I
Do beat their buds that perish through their harmes	I
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It most behoues the honorable race	I
Of mightie Peeres true wisedome to sustaine	A
And with their noble countenaunce to grace	I
The learned forheads without gifts or gaine	A
Or rather learnd themselues behooues to bee	O
That is the girlond of Nobilitie	D
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But ah all otherwise they doo esteeme	N
Of th'heauenly gift of wisedomes influence	I
And to be learned it a base thing deeme	N
Base minded they that want intelligence	I
For God himselfe for wisedome most is praised	D
And men to God thereby are nighest raised	D
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But they doo onely striue themselues to raise	I
Through pompous pride and foolish vanitie	D
In th'eyes of people they put all their praise	I
And onely boast of Armes and Auncestrie	H
But vertuous deeds which did those Armes first giue	P
To their Grandsyres they care not to atchiue	Q
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So I that doo all noble feates professe	I
To register and sound in trump of gold	D
Through their bad dooings or base slothfulnesse	I
Finde nothing worthie to be writ or told	D
For better farre it were to hide their names	I
Than telling them to blazon out their blames	I
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So shall succeeding ages haue no light	D
Of things forepast nor moniments of time	N
And all that in this world is worthie hight	D
Shall die in darknesse and lie hid in slime	N
Therefore I mourne with deep harts sorrowing	R
Because I nothing noble haue to sing	R
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With that she raynd such store of streaming teares	I
That could haue made a stonie heart to weep	S
And all her Sisters rent their golden heares	I
And their faire faces with salt humour steep	S
So ended shee and then the next in rew	H
Began her greiuous plaint as doth ensew	I
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Melpomene	A
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O WHO shall powre into my swollen eyes	I
A sea of teares that neuer may be dryde	D
A brasen voice that many with shrilling cryes	I
Pierce the dull heauens and fill the ayer wide	D
And yron sides that sighing may endure	H
To waile the wretchednes of world impure	H
Ah wretched world the den of wickednesse	I
Deformd with filth and fowle iniquitie	D
Ah wretched world the house of heauinesse	I
Fild with the wreaks of mortall miserie	H
Ah wretched world and all that is therein	A
The vassals of Gods wrath amd slaues of sin	A
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Most miserable creature vnder sky	R
Man without vnderstanding doth appeare	H
For all this worlds affliction he thereby	R
And Fortunes freakes is wisely taught to beare	H
Of wretched life the onely ioy shee is	I
And th'only comfort in calamities	I
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She armes the brest with constant patience	I
Against the bitter throwes of dolours darts	I
She solaceth with rules of Sapience	I
The gentle minds in midst of worldlie smarts	I
When he is sad shee seeks to make him merie	H
And doth refresh his sprights when they be werie	H
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But he that is of reasons skill bereft	D
And wants the staffe of wisedome him to stay	D
Is like a ship in midst of tempest left	D
Withouten helme or Pilot her to sway	D
Full sad and dreadfull is that ships euent	D
So is the man that wants intendiment	D
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Whie then doo foolish men so much despize	I
The precious store of this celestiall riches	I
Why doo they banish vs that patronize	I
The name of learning Most vnhappie wretches	I
The which lie drowned in deep wretchednes	I
Yet doo not see their owne vnhappines	I
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My part it is and my professed skill	L
The Stage with Tragick buskin to adorne	A
And fill the Scene with plaint and outcries shrill	L
Of wretched persons to misfortune borne	A
But none more tragick matter I can finde	D
Then this of men depriu'd of sense and minde	D
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For all mans life me seemes a Tragedy	D
Full of sad sights and sore Catastrophees	I
First comming to the world with weeping eye	R
Where all his dayes like dolorous Trophees	I
Are heapt with spyles of fortune and of feare	H
And he at last laid forth on balefull beare	H
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So all with rufull spectacles is fild	D
Fit for Megara or Persephone	A
But I that in true Tragedies am skild	D
The flowre of wit finde nought to busie me	D
Therefore I mourne and pitifully mone	A
Because that mourning matter I haue none	A
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Then gan she wofully to waile and wring	R
Her wretched hands in lamentable wise	I
And all her Sisters thereto answering	R
Threw forth lowd shrieks and drerie dolefull cries	I
So rested she and then the next in rew	H
Began her grieuous plaint as doth ensew	I
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Thalia	L
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WHERE be the sweete delights of learnings treasure	H
That wont with Comick sock to beautefie	T
The painted Theaters and fill with pleasure	H
The listners eyes and eares with melodie	D
In which I late was wont to raine as Queene	A
And mask	R