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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 Oration of Syluanus.

Syluanus comes from out the leauy groaues,
To honor her, whom all the world adores,
Faire Cinthia, whom no sooner Nature fram'd,
And deckt with Fortunes, and with Vertues dower,
But straight admiring what her skill had wrought,
Shee broake the mould: that neuer Sunne might see
The like to Albions Queene for excellence.

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Twas not the Tritons ayr-enforcing shell,
As they perhaps would proudly make theyr vaunt,
But those faire beames, that shoote from Maiesty,
Which drew our eyes to wonder at thy worth.
That worth breeds wonder; wonder holy feare;
And holy feare vnfayned reuerence.
Amongst the wanton dayes of goulden age
Apollo playing in our pleasant shades,
And printing oracles in euery leafe,
Let fall this sacred scutchion from his brest,
Wherein is writ, Detur dignissimæ.
O therefore hold, what heauen hath made thy right,
I but in duety yeeld desert her due.
Nereus.
But see Syluanus where thy loue doth sit.

Syluanus.
My sweet Neæra? was her eare so neare?
O set my hearts delight vpon this banke,
That in compassion of old sufferance,
Shee may relent in sight of beauties Queene.

Nereus.
On this condition shall shee come on shoare.
That with thy hand thou plight a solemne vow,
Not to prophane her vndefiled state.

Syluanus.
Here, take my hand, and therewithall I vowe

Nereus.
That water will extinguish wanton fire.