To the Memorie of His Much Loving and Beloved Maister, Mr. John Ray
No wonder now, if mistes beclowde our day,
Sith late our earth lakes her celestiall Ray;
And Phaebus murnes his priest, and all his quire,
In sables wrapt, weep out their sacred fire;
Farewell, of Latin Muses greatest praise,
Whether thou read graue proses, or did raise
Delight and wonder by a numbrous straine;
Farewell, Quintilian once more dead againe;
With ancient Plautus, Martiall combined,
Maro and Tullie, here in one enshrined.
Bright Ray of learning, which so cleare didst streame,
Farewell, soule which so many soules did frame.
Many Olympiades about shall come,
Ere earth like thee another can entombe.
Sith late our earth lakes her celestiall Ray;
And Phaebus murnes his priest, and all his quire,
In sables wrapt, weep out their sacred fire;
Farewell, of Latin Muses greatest praise,
Whether thou read graue proses, or did raise
Delight and wonder by a numbrous straine;
Farewell, Quintilian once more dead againe;
With ancient Plautus, Martiall combined,
Maro and Tullie, here in one enshrined.
Bright Ray of learning, which so cleare didst streame,
Farewell, soule which so many soules did frame.
Many Olympiades about shall come,
Ere earth like thee another can entombe.
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