Forsake your mossy caves and help me to lament;
Help me to tune my dolefull notes to gurgling sound
Of Liffies tumbling streames; come, let salt teares of ours
Mix with his waters fresh,' etc.
Matthew Roydon's elegy is too diffuse, but has some most happy and memorable stanzas. As we gaze at Isaac Oliver's beautiful miniature of Sidney, in the Windsor Palace collection, those oft-quoted lines of Roydon inevitably leap to the lips:—
'A sweet attractive kind of grace,
A full assurance given by lookes,
Continuall comfort in a face,
The lineaments of Gospell bookes:
I trowe that countenance cannot lie