Delia and Rosamond augmented Cleopatra by Samuel Daniel.

CHORVS.

THen thus we haue beheld Th'accomplishment of woes, The full of rutne, and The worst of worst of ills. And seene all hope expeld, That euer sweet repose Shall re-possess: the Land That Desolations fills, And where Ambition spills With vncontrouled hand, All th'issue of all those, That so long rule haue hell'd: To make vs no more vs, But cleane confound vs thus.

And canst O Nylus thou, Father of floods indure, That yellow Tyber should With sandy streames rule thee? Wilt thou be pleas'd to bow To him those feete so pure,

Whose vnknowne head we hold A powre diuine to bee? Thou that didst euer see Thy free banks vncontroul'd Liue vnder thine owne care: Ah wilt thou beare it now? And now wilt yeeld thy streams A pray to other Reames?

Draw backe thy waters floe To thy concealed head: Rockes strangle vp thy waues, Stop Cataractes thy fall. And turne thy courses so, That sandy Dezarts dead, (The world of dust that craues To swallow thee vp all,) May drinke so much as shall Reuiue from vastie graues A lyuing greene, which spredd Far florshing, may gro On that wide face of Death. Where nothing now drawes breath.

Fatten somepeople there, Euen as thou vs hast doone, With plenties wanton store, And feeble luxurie: And them as vs prepare Fit for the day of mone Respected not before. Leaue leuell'd Egipt dry, A barraine pray to lye, Wasted for euer-more. Of plenties yeelding none To recompence the care Of Victors greedy lust, And bring forth nought but dust.

And so O leaue to bee, Sith thou art what thou art: Let not our race possess Th'inheritance of shame, The see of sin, that wee Haue left them for theyr part: The yoke of whose distress Must still vpbraid our blame, Telling from whom it came.

Our weight of wantonnes, Lyes heauy on their hart, Who neuer-more shall see The glory of that worth They left who brought vs forth.

O thou all seeing light, High President of heauen, You Magistrates the starres Of that eternall court Of Prouidence and Right, Are these the bounds y'haue giuen Th'vntr anspassable barres, That limit pride so short, Is greatnes of this sort, That greatnes greatnes marres, And wracks it selfe, selfe driuen On Rocks of her owne might? Doth Order order so Disorders ouer-thro?