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"High erected thought, seated in a heart of courtesy"

SIR PHILIP SIDNEY

"A sweet attractive kinde of grace,

A full assurance given by lookes,

Continuall comfort in a face,

The lineaments of Gospel bookes"

MATTHEW ROYDON, on Sir Philip Sidney

I had not gone far, for I had but just lost sight of the hated tower,

when a voice of another sort, sounding near or far, as the trees

pere, reached me It was a full, deep,

manly voice, but withal clear and melodious Now it burst on the ear

with a sudden swell, and anon, dying away as suddenly, seereat space Nevertheless, it drew nearer; till, at last, I

could distinguish the words of the song, and get transient glier, between the colurowing thought He was a knight, ar beast, whose for were like these:

Heart be stout,

And eye be true;

Good blade out!

And ill shall rue

Courage, horse!

Thou lackst no skill;

Well thy force

Hath matched my will

For the foe

With fiery breath,

At a blow,

It still in death

Gently, horse!

Tread fearlessly;

'Tis his corse

That burdens thee