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An Elegy, or Friend's Passion for his ASTROPHIL. Written upon the death of the Right Honourable Sir PHILIP SIDNEY, Knight, Lord Governor of Flushing.
<poem> As then, no wind at all there blew, No swelling cloud accloyed the air, The sky, like grass of watchet hue, Reflected PHOEBUS' golden hair; The garnished tree no pendant stirred, No voice was heard of any bird.
There might you see the burly bear, The lion king, the elephant. The maiden unicorn was there, So was ACTÆON'S hornèd plant:
And what of wild or tame are found, Were couched in order on the ground.
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