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The complete works of John Lyly

now for the first time collected and edited from the earliest quartos with life, bibliography, essays, notes and index by R. Warwick Bond

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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

[The thundringe God whose all-embracinge powre]

The thundringe God whose all-embracinge powre
Circles ye modell of this spatious rounde
When first he fram'd old Adams earthly bowre
ordain'd all thinges th' Emperiall vaile doth bound
Should lend their aide to others mutuallie
but all combinde serue man continuallie.
So heau'n wth heate, the dankish aire wth dew
this solid element of Earth reuiue
with gentle warm'th & robes of verdant hew
on wch ye horned Kyne & sheepe do liue
And as those bodies ministred their good
So they againe do turne to humane foode.
Man seru'd of all, seru'd none of all but God
but mighte his pleasures take wthout controule
Saue onely what Jehouah had forbod
the carefull Soueraigne of his simple soule.
This was ye age wise Poets term'd of gold
for liberty in dearest prize they holde.
But theis succeedinge Seasons arm'd in steele,
Tramples hir downe & in tryumphant sorte
Not fearinge like contempts of fate to feele
Leades hir as Captiue, mate to poorest sorte
Yet Patience promis'd Liberty distrest
should reape for paine, a gayne, for vnrest, rest.
Wch Prophesy of hirs indeede mighte serue
for a perswation that my seruice don̄e

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would at ye length enfranchisemt deserue
wth aunswr to mine expectation.
But when I thinke twas Patience yt spoke
the golden vessell of my hope is broke.
For she's a Sainte & scorninge vniust earth
is fledd to heau'n. All vertues are ingros't
In Gods owne hand, tis yt wch breedes ye dearth
of due rewardes, & makes my labour lost
Or at ye moste repaies my louinge minde
wth large delayes, vaine wordes & som̄e vnkinde.
Since then ye first worlde can not be recald
nor this our rusty Iron age refinde
Since Patience is in starry heau'n instald
Let euery Seruitour beare this in minde
That howsoeu'r he serue, obserue, deserue
if nought but Aire he purchase he may sterue.
Sarrire quam seruire satius.