Nor was this Poet forgotten by the Poets; who offered whole Hecatombs of Verses in his praise. Hear first that Kingly Poet, or Poetical King, King _James_ the first, late Monarch of Great _Britain_, who thus writes, _Armipotens cui jus in fortia pectora_ Mayors, _Tu Dea quae cerebrum perrumpere digna totantis, Tuque adeo bijugae proles_ Latonia _rupis Gloria, decidua cingunt quam collibus artes, Duc tecum, & querelis_ Sidnaei _funera voce Plangite; nam vester fuerat_ Sidnaeus _alumnus, Quid genus, & proavos, & spem, floremque juventae, Immaturo obituraptum sine retexo? Heu frustra queror? heu rapuit Mors omnia secum? Et nihil ex tanto nunc est Heroe superstes, Praeterquam Decus & Nomen virtute paratum, Doctaque_ Sidneas _testantia Carmina laudes._ Thus translated by the said King: Thou mighty _Mars_, the Lord of Soldiers brave, And thou _Mirnerve_, that dost in wit excel, And thou _Apollo_, who dost knowledge have Of every Art that from _Parnassus_ fell, With all your Sisters that thereon do dwell, Lament for him who duly serv'd you all: Whom in you wisely all your Arts did mell, Bewail (I say) his unexpected fall, I need not in remembrance for to call His Race, his Youth, the hope had of him ay, Since that in him doth cruel Death appall Both Manhood, Wit and Learning every way: But yet he doth in bed of Honour rest, And evermore of him shall live the best. And in another place thus; When _Venus_ sad saw _Philip Sidney_ slain, She wept, supposing _Mars_ that he had been, From Fingers Rings, and from her Neck the Chain She pluckt away, as if _Mars_ ne'er again She meant to please, in that form he was in, Dead, and yet could a Goddess thus beguile, What had he done if he had liv'd this while? These Commendations given him by so learned a Prince, made Mr. _Alexander Nevil_ thus to write; Harps others Praise, a Scepter his doth sing, Of Crowned Poet, and of Laureat King. Divine _Du Bartus_, speaking of the most Learned of the _English_ Nation, reckoneth him as one of the chief, in these words; And (world mourn'd) _Sidney_, warbling to the _Thames_, His Swan-like Tunes, so courts her coy proud Streams, That (all with child with Fame) his Fame they bear To _Thetis_ Lap, and _Thetis_ every where. Sir _John Harrington_ in his Epigrams thus; If that be true the latter Proverb says, _Laudari a Laudatis_ is most Praise, _Sidney_, thy Works in Fames Books are enroll'd By Princes Pens, which have thy Works extoll'd, Whereby thy Name shall dure to endless days. Mr. _Owen_, the _Brittish_ Epigrammatist thus sets him forth: Thou writ'st things worthy reading, and didst do Things worthy writing too. Thy Arts thy Valour show, And by thy Works we do thy Learning know. I shall conclude all with these excellent Verses made by himself a little before his Death;