A Momentary Taste of Being

"Tichborne's Elegy"  Although there is some serious question as to its attribution --it certainly ranks as a very fine poem of its type.

A glancing thought, a brief reference, and I flew back to Sir Philip Sidney's magnificent Arcadia. from Arcadia Sir Philip Sidney IT was in the time that the earth begins to put on her new apparel against 1 the approach of her louer, and that the Sun ru[n]ning a most eue[n] course becums an indifferent arbiter betweene the night and the day; when the hopelesse shepheard Strephon was come to the sandes, which lie against the Island of Cithera; where viewing the place with a heauy kinde of delight, and sometimes casting his eyes to the Ileward, he called his friendly riuall, the pastor Claius vnto him, and setting first downe in his darkened countenance a dolefull copie of what he would speake: O my Claius, said he, hether we are now come to pay the rent, for which we are so called vnto by ouer-busie Remembrance, restlesse Remembrance, which claymes not onely this dutie of vs, but for it will haue vs forget our selues. I pray you...