Sir Philip Sydneys Ourbania That is, Endimions Song and Tragedie, Containing all Philosophie. Written by N. B. [i.e. Nathaniel Baxter] |
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To my Worshipfull friend: Iohn Stone Esquire, Counsellor at the Law, and Secondarie of the Counter in VVoodstreet London. |
 | Sir Philip Sydneys Ourbania |  |
To my Worshipfull friend: Iohn Stone Esquire, Counsellor at the Law, and Secondarie of the Counter in VVoodstreet London.
No liquid Oyle proceedes from Pumice-stone,
Nor Alchimist produce an Oyle from thence:
T'is hard indeed if thou wert such a one,
As lou'd a Scholler onely for his Pence.
But since th' enclosing of Endymion,
He found some Oyle from Secondarie Stone.
Nor Alchimist produce an Oyle from thence:
T'is hard indeed if thou wert such a one,
As lou'd a Scholler onely for his Pence.
But since th' enclosing of Endymion,
He found some Oyle from Secondarie Stone.
Counsell they say is no commaundement,
That's false if counsell be but equitie:
Whereto a man must be obedient,
If he aspire vnto fælicitie.
No wrong had seazed olde Endymion,
If he had taken counsell of a Stone.
That's false if counsell be but equitie:
Whereto a man must be obedient,
If he aspire vnto fælicitie.
No wrong had seazed olde Endymion,
If he had taken counsell of a Stone.
Things past, and things to come be different,
For they are gone, and these are in expect.
Thinke not on former dayes maleuolent,
The fates to come worke contrarie effect.
And cause thee blesse the day, the place, the houre,
That thou receyued'st Endymions Paramour.
For they are gone, and these are in expect.
Thinke not on former dayes maleuolent,
The fates to come worke contrarie effect.
And cause thee blesse the day, the place, the houre,
That thou receyued'st Endymions Paramour.
Ourania sings obscure Philosophie,
Like Bats, and Owles in silent darkesome night,
In Olderne times she chanted melodie,
Of highter straine: And when she comes to light,
Shee'll sing thee such a blessed Madrigall,
As thou shalt thinke the lay Cælestiall
Like Bats, and Owles in silent darkesome night,
In Olderne times she chanted melodie,
Of highter straine: And when she comes to light,
Shee'll sing thee such a blessed Madrigall,
As thou shalt thinke the lay Cælestiall
FINIS.
N. B.
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