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The third muse
Were flowres, and fruits, the hart, and fallow deere,
For smell, for taste, for venison and cheere,
The nose, the mouth, and palate wwhich may please,
For gardine chambers for delight and ease,
Damask't with porphyrie and alabaster,
Thou art not subject for each Poetaster,
But for a Poet, Master in his art,
Which thee could whole descrive, and everie part,
So to the life, as t'were in perspective,
As readers that they see thee might beleeve.
Meane while our boat doth with the river slide
The countrie Nymphs who in these parts abide,
With many a shout moving both head and hand
Did us invite, that we would come a land.
Not now, said we; and think it not disdaine
For we do promise for to come againe,
And view where some time stood your Cathedrall,
And mount, which Omnis terra you do call.[1]
Just by this time we see the bridge of Tay
O happie sight indeed, was it that day;
A bridge so stately, with elleven great arches,
Joining the south and north, and commoun march is
Unto them both, a bridge of squared stone,
So great and fair; which when I think upon,
How in these dayes it did so proudly stand,
Ov'rlooking both the river and the land;
So fair, so high, a bridge for many ages
Most famous; But alace, now through the rages
Of furious swelling waters, thrown in deep,
Mine heart for sorrow sobs, mine eyes do weep.
For smell, for taste, for venison and cheere,
The nose, the mouth, and palate wwhich may please,
For gardine chambers for delight and ease,
Damask't with porphyrie and alabaster,
Thou art not subject for each Poetaster,
But for a Poet, Master in his art,
Which thee could whole descrive, and everie part,
So to the life, as t'were in perspective,
As readers that they see thee might beleeve.
Meane while our boat doth with the river slide
The countrie Nymphs who in these parts abide,
With many a shout moving both head and hand
Did us invite, that we would come a land.
Not now, said we; and think it not disdaine
For we do promise for to come againe,
And view where some time stood your Cathedrall,
And mount, which Omnis terra you do call.[1]
Just by this time we see the bridge of Tay
O happie sight indeed, was it that day;
A bridge so stately, with elleven great arches,
Joining the south and north, and commoun march is
Unto them both, a bridge of squared stone,
So great and fair; which when I think upon,
How in these dayes it did so proudly stand,
Ov'rlooking both the river and the land;
So fair, so high, a bridge for many ages
Most famous; But alace, now through the rages
Of furious swelling waters, thrown in deep,
Mine heart for sorrow sobs, mine eyes do weep.
And
- ↑ Bridge of Tay.