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The seventh muse
So fair a cradle, and rare was never seene
Oh if my Cabinet could it conteine!
Next at the bridge of Earne we made our Station,
And there we took some little recreation;[1]
Where in Heroicks Gall fell to declaring
All circumstances of that dayes wayfairing,
And there so merrielie we sung, and chanted,
Happie were they our companie who haunted,
VVhich when I call to minde it makes me cry,
Gall, svveetest Gall, what ailed thee to die.
Oh if my Cabinet could it conteine!
Next at the bridge of Earne we made our Station,
And there we took some little recreation;[1]
Where in Heroicks Gall fell to declaring
All circumstances of that dayes wayfairing,
And there so merrielie we sung, and chanted,
Happie were they our companie who haunted,
VVhich when I call to minde it makes me cry,
Gall, svveetest Gall, what ailed thee to die.
The eight Muse.
WHat blooming banks sweet Earne, or fairest Tay,
Or Amond doth embrace; these many a day
We haunted; where our pleasant pastorals
VVe sweetly sung, and merrie madrigals:
Sometimes bold Mars, and sometimes Venus fair,
And sometimes Phoebus love we did declare;
Sometimes on pleasant plaines, sometimes on mountains,
And sometimes sweetlie sung beside the fountains.[2]
But in these banks where flowes Saint Conils Well,
The which Thessalian tempe doth excell.
Or Amond doth embrace; these many a day
We haunted; where our pleasant pastorals
VVe sweetly sung, and merrie madrigals:
Sometimes bold Mars, and sometimes Venus fair,
And sometimes Phoebus love we did declare;
Sometimes on pleasant plaines, sometimes on mountains,
And sometimes sweetlie sung beside the fountains.[2]
But in these banks where flowes Saint Conils Well,
The which Thessalian tempe doth excell.
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