Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
ZepheriaIntroductory. Ye modern Laureates, famoused for your writ
AnonymousOgni di viene la sera.
Mysus et Hæmonia juvenis qui cus-
pide vulnus senserat, hac ipsa
cuspide sensit opem.
AT LONDON:
Printed by the Widow O
J
1594.
Alii veri figlioli delle Muse.
Y
Who for your pregnance may in Delos dwell!
On your sweet lines, Eternity doth sit;
Their brows ennobling with applause and laurel!
Triumph and Honour aye invest your writ!
Ye fet[ch] your pens from wing of singing swan,
When (sweetly warbling to herself) she floats
Adown Meander streams; and like to organ,
Imparts, into her quills, melodious notes!
Ye, from the Father of delicious phrases,
Borrow such Hymns as make your Mistress live
When Time is dead! Nay, H
Which ye, in Sonnets, to your Mistress give!
Report, throughout our Western Isle doth ring,
The sweet tuned accents of your Delian sonnetry,
Which to Apollo’s violin, ye sing!
O, then, your high strains drown his melody!
From forth dead sleep of everlasting dark;
Fame, with her trump’s shrill summon, hath awaked
The Roman N
Your spirit-ravishing lines to wonder at!
O theme befitting high-Mused A
He, to your silvery Songs, lent sweetest touch!
Your Songs, the immortal spirit of your quill!
O, pardon! for my artless pen too much
Doth dim your glories, through his infant skill.
Though may I not, with you, the spoils divide
(Ye sacred Offspring of M
Of endless praise, which have your pens achieved
(Your pens the Trumps to Immortality!);
Yet be it lawful, that like maims I bide!
Like brunts and scars, in your Love’s warfare!
And here, though in my homespun Verse, of them declare!