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Her that did match the whole earths puis
faunce, And did her courage to the heavens advaunce.
Ye facred ruines, and ye tragick fights,
you to fee doth th' heaven it selfe appall; 90 Alas, by little ye to nothing flie, The peoples fable, and the spoyle of all ! And though your frames do for a time make
Gainst Time, yet Time in time shall ruinate
95 My fad desires, rest therefore moderate !
For if that Time make ende of things so sure,
fubdu'd, That one would weene that one fole Cities
strength Both land and sea in roundnes had survew'd, To be the measure of her bredth and length: This peoples vertue yet fo fruitfull was
Of vertuous nephewes, that posteritie,
devowre, Yet no time should fo low embase their hight, 110 That her head earth'd in her foundations
deep Should not her name and endles honour keep.
Ye cruell starres, and eke ye gods unkinde,
nephewes,] Descendants. Lat.
VIII. 6. neputes. T. WARTOX.
With fome that weene the contrarie in
thought, That all this Whole fhall one day come to nought.
X. As that brave sonne of Aefon, which by charmes Atcheiv'd the Golden Fleece in Colchid land, Out of the earth engendred men of armes Of dragons teeth, sowne in the sacred fand; 130 So this brave Towne, that in her youthlie daies An hydra was of warriours glorious, Did fill with her renowned nurslings praise The firie sunnes both one and other hous: But they at last, there being then not living 135 An Hercules fo ranke seed to represse, Emongst themselves with cruell furie striving, Mow'd downe themselves with Naughter mer
cileffe; Renewing in themselves that rage unkinde, , Which whilom did those earthborn brethren blinde.
up with pride of Romane hardie-head,
Into the Gothicke colde, hot rage
gan that Nation, th' earths new Giant
brood, To dart abroad the thunderbolts.of warre, 150 And, beating downe these walls with furious
To th’end that none, all were it Iove his fire,
grone, And th' Heavens in glorie triumpht over all : So did that haughtie front, which heaped was On these Seven Romane Hils, it felfe
upreare Over the world, and lift her loftie face Against the heaven, that gan her furce to feare.
But now these fcorned fields bemone her fall,
Nor the swift furie of the flames aspiring,
The which so oft thee, Rome, their conquest
made; Ne stroke on stroke of fortune variable, Ne rust of age hating continuance, Nor wrath of gods, nor spight of men unstable, Nor thou oppos'd against thine owne puiffance ; Nor th' horrible uprore of windes high blowing, Nor swelling streames of that god fnakie-paced, Which hath so often with his overflowing Thee drenched, have thy pride so much abaced;
But that this nothing which they have thee left, Makes the world wonder what they from thee reft.
XIV. As men in Summer fearles passe the foord, Which is in Winter lord of all the plaine, Andwith his tumbling streames doth beare aboord The ploughmans hope and thepheards labour
vaine : And as the coward beasts use to despise The noble Lion after his lives end, Whetting their teeth, and with vaine foolhardise Daring the foe that cannot him defend : And as at Troy most dastards of the Greekes Did brave about the corpes of Hector colde: So those, which whilome wont with pallid cheekes The Romane triumphs glorie to behold,
aboord] From the bank,