I need not in remembrance for to call
  His Race, his Youth, the hope had of him ay,
  Since that in him doth cruel Death appall
  Both Manhood, Wit and Learning every way: 
    But yet he doth in bed of Honour rest,
    And evermore of him shall live the best.

And in another place thus;

  When Venus sad saw Philip Sidney slain,
  She wept, supposing Mars that he had been,
  From Fingers Rings, and from her Neck the Chain
  She pluckt away, as if Mars ne’er again
  She meant to please, in that form he was in,
  Dead, and yet could a Goddess thus beguile,
  What had he done if he had liv’d this while?

These Commendations given him by so learned a Prince, made Mr. Alexander Nevil thus to write;

  Harps others Praise, a Scepter his doth sing,
  Of Crowned Poet, and of Laureat King.

Divine Du Bartus, speaking of the most Learned of the English Nation, reckoneth him as one of the chief, in these words;

  And (world mourn’d) Sidney, warbling to the Thames,
  His Swan-like Tunes, so courts her coy proud Streams,
  That (all with child with Fame) his Fame they bear
  To Thetis Lap, and Thetis every where.

Sir John Harrington in his Epigrams thus;

If that be true the latter Proverb says, Laudari a Laudatis is most Praise, Sidney, thy Works in Fames Books are enroll’d By Princes Pens, which have thy Works extoll’d, Whereby thy Name shall dure to endless days.

Mr. Owen, the Brittish Epigrammatist thus sets him forth: 

  Thou writ’st things worthy reading, and didst do
    Things worthy writing too. 
    Thy Arts thy Valour show,
  And by thy Works we do thy Learning know.

I shall conclude all with these excellent Verses made by himself a little before his Death;

  It is not I that die, I do but leave an Inn,
  Where harbour’d was with me all filthy Sin: 
  It is not I that die, I do but now begin
  Into eternal Joy by Faith to enter in,
  Why mourn you then my Parents, Friends and Kin? 
  Lament you when I lose, not when I win.

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Sir FULK GREVIL.

Next to Sir Philip Sidney, we shall add his great Friend and Associate, Sir Fulk Grevil, Lord Brook, one very eminent both for Arts and Arms; to which the genius of that time did mightily invite active Spirits.  This Noble Person, for the great love he bore to Sir Philip Sidney, wrote his Life.  He wrote several other Works both in Prose and Verse, some of which were Dramatick, as his Tragedies of Alaham, Mustapha, and Marcus Tallius Cicero, and others, commonly of a Political Subject; amongst which, a Posthume Work, not publish’d till within a few years, being