Author Henry Chettle Nor doth the silver-tongued Melicert Drop from his honeyed muse one sable tear, To mourn her death that graced his desert And to his lays opened her royal ear. Shepherd, remember our Elizabeth, And sing her Rape, done by that Tarquin, Death. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments