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THE OLYMPIAN CATASTROPHE: TO THE READER, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: No praise for poesie do I affect
Last Line: Which antheam sunge, my muse for ever sleepes
Subject(s): Henry, Prince Of Wales (1584-1612)


No praise for Poesie do I affect
Nor flatteries hoped meed doth me encite
Such base borne thoughts, as servile I reject
Sorrow doth dictate, what my zeale doth write
Sorrow for that rich tresor wee have lost
Zeale to the memory of what wee had
And that is all they cann, that cann say most
So sings my Muse, in zeale and sorrow clad.
So sunge Achilles to his silver harpe
When fowle affrount, had reft his faire delight,
So sings sweet Philomell, against the sharpe,
So sings the Swann, when life is taking flight
So sings my zeale, the noats that sorrowe weepes
Which Antheam sunge, my Muse for ever sleepes





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