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which in his flood did dwell Gan flock about these twaine, that did excell 120 The rest so far as Cynthia doth shend** The lesser stars. So they, enranged well, Did on those two attend, And their best service lend Against their wedding day, which was not long: 125 Sweet Themmes! runne softly, till I end my song. [* _Undersong_, burden.] [** _Shend_, put to shame.] At length they all to mery London came, To mery London, my most kyndly nurse, That to me gave this lifes first native sourse, Though from another place I take my name, 130 An house of auncient fame. There when they came whereas those bricky towres The which on Themmes brode aged backe doe ryde, Where now the studious lawyers have their bowers.-- There whylome wont the Templer Knights to byde, Till they decayd through pride,-- 136 Next whereunto there standes a stately place, Where oft I gayned giftes and goodly grace Of that great lord which therein wont to dwell, Whose want too well now feels my freendles case: 140 But ah! here fits not well Olde woes, but ioyes, to tell, Against the bridale daye, which is not long: Sweet Themmes! runne softly, till I end my song. [Ver. 137.--_A stately place_ Exeter House, the residence first of the Earl of Leicester, and afterwards of Essex. C.] Yet therein now doth lodge a noble peer, 145 Great Englands glory and the worlds wide wonder, Whose dreadfull name late through all Spaine did thunder, And Hercules two pillors standing neere Did make to quake and feare. Faire branch of honor, flower of chevalrie! 150 That fillest England with thy triumphs fame, Ioy have thou of thy noble victorie, And endlesse happinesse of thine owne name, That promiseth the same; That through thy prowesse and victorious armes 155 Thy country may be freed from forraine harmes, And great Elisaes glorious name may ring Through al the world, fil'd with thy wide alarmes. Which some brave Muse may sing To ages following, 160 Upon the brydale day, which is not long: Sweet Themmes! runne softly, till I end my song. [Ver. 147.--_Whose dreadfull name, &c_. The allusion here is to the expedition against Cadiz, from which Essex returned in August, 1596. C.] From those high towers this n
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