THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE 289 CCCXXII THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE LET the bird of loudest lay But thou shrieking harbinger, From this session interdict Keep the obsequy so strict. Let the priest in surplice white And thou, treble-dated crow, That thy sable gender mak'st With the breath thou giv'st and takʼst, 'Mongst our mourners shalt thou go. 1 Knows. T Here the anthem doth commence :- So they loved, as love in twain Hearts remote, yet not asunder; So beween them love did shine, Property was thus appall'd, That the self was not the same; Single nature's double name Neither two nor one was call'd. Reason, in itself confounded, Saw division grow together; To themselves yet either neither, Simple were so well compounded. THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE That it cried, 'How true a twain Whereupon it made this threne 291 THRENOS BEAUTY, truth, and rarity, Here enclosed in cinders lie. Death is now the phoenix' nest; And the turtle's loyal breast Leaving no posterity: Truth may seem, but cannot be ; To this urn let those repair That are either true or fair; For these dead birds sigh a prayer. Shakespeare. CCCXXIII ON THE DEATH OF SIR PHILIP SIDNEY GIVE pardon, blessèd soul, to my bold cries, Give pardon eke, sweet soul, to my slow eyes, I did not know that thou wert dead before; I stood amazed when others' tears begun, CCCXXIV UPON THE DEATH OF SIR ALBERTUS He first deceased; she for a little tried ON SALATHIEL PAVY 293 CCCXXV IN OBITUM M S, X° MAIJ, 1614 MAY! Be thou never graced with birds that sing, Nor Flora's pride! In thee all flowers and roses spring, Mine only died. Wm. Browne. CCCXXVI AN EPITAPH ON THE COUNTESS DOWAGER OF PEMBROKE UNDERNEATH this sable herse Lies the subject of all verse: B. Jonson or Wm. Browne. CCCXXVII ON SALATHIEL PAVY A CHILD OF QUEEN ELIZABETH'S CHAPEL WEEP with me, all you that read And know, for whom a tear you shed |