And must our brows with Cypresse sad be bound?
Because Calista is with glory crownd,
Immortall splendent bayes, that grow upon
Mount Sion high, not earthly Helicon.
In sable darke must we our bodies dight?
Because our Saint is clad in robes of white.
Shall we on earth sob forth our Elegyes?
While she sings Allelujah in the skyes:
Our sorrowes are prepost’rous, and we erre
In offering patheticke songs to her,
Whose vertues rare require a Lyrists quill,
Or rather Panegyrists learned skill.
Homer, and Virgill caroling her praise,
(Had they liv’d now) might well have wonne the bayes,
Although the Iliads, and the
(Ralph Knevet)
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