Such as indeed are falsely termed verse, And will but sit like mothes vpon her herse; Nor that no child, nor chambermaide, nor page, Disturbe the Rome, the whilst my sacred rage, 120 In reading is; but whilst you heare it read, Suppose, before you, that you see her dead, The walls about you hung with mournfull blacke, And nothing of her funerall to lacke, And when this period giues you leaue to pause, Cast vp your eyes, and sigh for my applause. Vpon the noble Lady ASTONS _departure for Spaine_ I many a time haue greatly marueil'd, why Men say, their friends depart when as they die, How well that word, a dying, doth expresse, I did not know (I freely must confesse,) Till her departure: for whose missed sight, I am enforc'd this Elegy to write: But since resistlesse fate will haue it so, That she from hence must to _Iberia_ goe, And my weak wishes can her not detaine, I will of heauen in policy complaine, 10 That it so long her trauell should adiourne, Hoping thereby to hasten her returne. The witches Can those of _Norway_ for their wage procure, of the By their blacke spells a winde that shall endure Northerly Till from aboard the wished land men see, legions sell And fetch the harbour, where they long to be, windes to Can they by charmes doe this and cannot I passengers. Who am the Priest of _Phœbus_, and so hie, Sit in his fauour, winne the Poets god, To send swift _Hermes_ with his snaky rod, 20 To _Æolus_ Caue, commanding him with care, His prosperous winds, that he for her prepare, And from that howre, wherein shee takes the seas, Nature bring on the quiet _Halcion_ dayes, And in that hower that bird begin her nest, Nay at that very instant, that long rest May seize on _Neptune_, who may still repose, And let that bird nere till that hower disclose, Wherein she landeth, and for all that space Be not a wrinkle seene on _Thetis_ face, 30 Onely so much breath with a gentle gale, As by the easy swelling of her saile, The nearest May at *_Sebastians_ safely set her downe Harbour of Where, with her goodnes she may blesse the towne. _Spaine_. If heauen in iustice would haue plagu'd by thee Some Pirate, and grimme _Neptune_ thou should'st be His Executioner, or what is his worse, The gripple Merchant, borne to be the curse Of this braue Iland; let them for her sake, Who to thy safeguard doth her selfe betake, 40 Escape vndrown'd, vnwrackt, nay rather let