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THOMAS CAMPION

��172. Fob? scum est lope

"VVTHEN thou must home to shades of underground,

• • And there arrived, a new admired guest,

The beauteous spirits do engirt thee round, White lope, blithe Helen, and the rest, To hear the stories of thy finish'd love From that smooth tongue whose music hell can move ;

Then wilt thou speak of banqueting delights,

Of masques and revels which sweet youth did make,

Of tourneys and great challenges of knights,

And all these triumphs for thy beauty's sake :

When thou hast told these honours done to thee.

��/7J. A Hymn in Traise of Neptune

Neptune's empire let us sing, At whose command the waves obey; To whom the rivers tribute pay, Down the high mountains sliding : To whom the scaly nation yields Homage for the crystal fields

Wherein they dwell : And every sea-dog pays a gem Yearly out of his wat'ry cell To deck great Neptune's diadem.

The Tritons dancing in a ring Before his palace gates do make The water with their echoes quake, Like the great thunder sounding :

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