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The seventh muse
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Whose name and matchlesse fame for to declare,
In this most dolefull dittey, must I spare:
Yet thus dar say, that in the World again
No place more meet for Muses to remain;
For shadowing walks, where silver brooks do spring,
And smelling arbors, where birds sweetly sing,
In heavenly Musick warbling like Arion,
Like Thracian Orpheus, Linus, or Amphion,
That Helicon, Parnassus, Pindus fair
To these most pleasant banks scarce can compare.
These be the banks where all the Muses dwell,
And haunt about that cristall brook and well,
Into these banks chiefly did we repair
Erom Shunshine shadowed, and from blasting air.
There with the Muses we did sing our songs,
Sometimes for pleasure, sometimes for our wrongs;
For in those dayes, none durst approach their table,
But we, to taste their dainties, this no fable.
From thence to Methven wood we took our way,
Soone be Aurora fair did kyth the day;
And having rested there some little space,
Againe we did betake us to our chace,
Raising the Does and Roes forth of their dennes,
And watrie fowles out of the marrish fennes,
That if Diana had been in that place,
Would thought, in hunting we had stain'd her grace.
To Methven Castle, where Gall did declare
How Margaret Teuther, Queen, sometimes dwelt there;
First daughter to King Henrie seventh, who closes[1]
York-Lancaster in one, Englands two roses.
In this most dolefull dittey, must I spare:
Yet thus dar say, that in the World again
No place more meet for Muses to remain;
For shadowing walks, where silver brooks do spring,
And smelling arbors, where birds sweetly sing,
In heavenly Musick warbling like Arion,
Like Thracian Orpheus, Linus, or Amphion,
That Helicon, Parnassus, Pindus fair
To these most pleasant banks scarce can compare.
These be the banks where all the Muses dwell,
And haunt about that cristall brook and well,
Into these banks chiefly did we repair
Erom Shunshine shadowed, and from blasting air.
There with the Muses we did sing our songs,
Sometimes for pleasure, sometimes for our wrongs;
For in those dayes, none durst approach their table,
But we, to taste their dainties, this no fable.
From thence to Methven wood we took our way,
Soone be Aurora fair did kyth the day;
And having rested there some little space,
Againe we did betake us to our chace,
Raising the Does and Roes forth of their dennes,
And watrie fowles out of the marrish fennes,
That if Diana had been in that place,
Would thought, in hunting we had stain'd her grace.
To Methven Castle, where Gall did declare
How Margaret Teuther, Queen, sometimes dwelt there;
First daughter to King Henrie seventh, who closes[1]
York-Lancaster in one, Englands two roses.
- ↑ Queen Margaret Teuther.