In former times the same did beautifie
With presence of her princelie maiestie;
O how the place did seeme to mourne to mee,
That she should thence for euer absent bee!
In this sad passion, which did still abound,
I sat me downe vpon the grassie ground,
Wishing that heau’n into my infant muse
That antique poet’s spirit would infuse,
Who, when in Thracian land hee did rehearse
Ianthee’s wofull end in tragick verse,