From graues you grizie[1209] ghosts send forth, to helpe me mourn.
O Pallas, geue thou place, that mourning Clio may,
On lute lamenting, sound and sing my doleful dumpes:
Let riming metered lines and pleasant musike cease:
Let satyres solome sound sende forth the fall I felt:
And when the truth of al my tragedie is knowne,
Let them that liue then learne, al things must haue an end,
The Persian monarch and Medes[1210] it downe did fal,
That of Assiria, in tracte of time did end:
Yea Alexander’s force in fight subdude them both,