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A Mighty Lion ruler of the woods, Of wondrous strength and great proportion, With hideous noise scarring the trembling trees, With yelling clamours shaking all the earth, Traversed the groves, and chaste the wandering beasts. Long did he range amid the shady trees, And drove the silly beasts before his face, When suddenly from out a thorny bush, A dreadful Archer with his bow ybent, Wounded the Lion with a dismal shaft, So he him stroke that it drew forth the blood, And filled his furious heart with fretting ire, But all in vain he threateneth teeth and paws, And sparkleth fire from forth his flaming eyes, For the sharp shaft gave him a mortal wound, So valiant Brute the terror of the world, Whose only looks did scar his enemies, The Archer death brought to his latest end. Oh what may long abide above this ground, In state of bliss and healthful happiness. Most loyal Lords and faithful followers That have with me unworthy General, Passed the greedy gulf of Ocean, Leaving the confines of fair Italie, Behold your Brutus draweth nigh his end, And I must leave you though against my will, My sinews shrunk, my numbed senses fail, A chilling cold possesseth all my bones, Black ugly death with visage pale and wan, Presents himself before my dazzled eyes, And with his dart prepared is to strike, These arms my Lords, these never daunted arms, That oft have quelled the courage of my foes, And eke dismayed my neighbour's arrogancy, Now yield to death, o'erlaid with crooked age, Devoid of strength and of their proper force, Even as the lusty cedar worn with years, That far abroad her dainty odour throws, 'mongst all the daughters of proud Lebanon, This heart my Lords, this near appalled heart, That was a terror to the bordering lands, A doleful scourge unto my neighbour Kings, Now by the weapons of unpartial death, Is clove asunder and bereft of life, As when the sacred oak with thunderbolts, Sent from the fiery circuit of the heavens, Sliding along the airs celestial vaults, Is rent and cloven to the very roots. In vain therefore I strangle with this foe, Then welcome death, since God will have it so. Alas my Lord, we sorrow at your case, And grieve to see your person vexed thus, But whatsoe'er the fates determined have, It lieth not in us to disannul, And he that would annihilate his mind, Soaring with Icarus too near the Sun, May catch a fall with young Bellerophon, For when the fatal sisters have decreed To separate us from this earthly mould, No mortal force can countermand their minds: Then worthy Lord since there's no way but one, Cease your laments, and leave your grievous moan. Your highness knows how many victories How many trophies I erected have, Triumphantly in every place we came The Grecian Monarch warlike Pandrassus, And all the crew of the Molossians, Goffarius the arm strong King of Gaules, And all the borders of great Aquitane, Have felt the force of our victorious arms, And to their cost beheld our chivalry,
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A Mightie Lion ruler of the woods, Of wondrous strength and great proportion, With hideous noyse scarring the trembling trees, With yelling clamors shaking all the earth, Trauerst the groues, and chast the wandring beasts. Long did he raunge amid the shadie trees, And draue the silly beasts before his face, When suddeinly from out a thornie bush, A dreadfull Archer with his bow ybent, Wounded the Lion with a dismall shaft, So he him stroke that it drew forth the blood, And fild his furious heart with fretting yre, But all in vaine he threatneth teeth and pawes, And sparkleth fire from forth his flaming eies, For the sharpe shaft gaue him a mortall wound, So valiant Brute the terror of the world, Whose only lookes did scarre his enemies, The Archer death brought to his latest end. Oh what may long abide aboue this ground, In state of blisse and healthfull happinesse. Most loyall Lords and faithful followers That haue with me vnworthie Generall, Passed the greedie gulfe of Ocean, Leauing the confines of faire Italie, Behold our Brutus draweth nigh his end, And I must leaue you though against my will, My sinewes shrunke, my numbed sences faile, A chilling cold possesseth all my bones, Blacke vgly death with visage pale and wanne, Presents himselfe before my dazeled eies, And with his dart prepared is to strike, These armes my Lords, these neuer daunted armes, That oft haue queld the courage of my foes, And eke dismayd my neighbours arrogancie, Now yeeld to death, orelaid with crooked age, Deuoyd of strength and of their proper force, Euen as the lustie cedar worne with yeares, That farre abroad her daintie odore throwes, Mongst all the daughters of proud Lebanon, This heart my Lords, this neare appalled heart, That was a terror to the bordring lands, A dolefull scourge vnto my neighbor Kings, Now by the weapons of vnpartiall death, Is cloue asunder and bereft of life, As when the sacred oake with thunderbolts, Sent from the fiery circuit of the heauens, Sliding along the aires celestiall valts, Is rent and clouen to the verie rootes. In vaine therefore I strangle with this foe, Then welcome death, since God will haue it so. Alasse my Lord, we sorrow at your case, And greeue to see your person vexed thus, But what so ere the fates determind haue, It lieth not in vs to disanull, And he that would annihillate his minde, Soaring with Icarus too neare the Sunne, May catch a fall with yoong Bellerophon, For when the fatall sisters haue decreed To seperate vs from this earthly mould, No mortalll force can countermaund their minds: Then worthie Lord since ther's no way but one, Cease your laments, and leaue your grieuous mone. Your highnesse knows how many victories How many trophees I erected haue, Tryumphantly in euery place we came The Grecian Monarke warlike Pandrassus, And all the crew of the Molossians, offarius the arme strong King of Gaules, And all the borders of great Aquitane, Haue felt the force of our victorious armes, And to their cost beheld our chiualrie,