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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 Poets speech to her Maiestie.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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The Poets speech to her Maiestie.

Whhile at the fountaine of the sacred hill,
Vnder Apollos lute, I sweetly slept,
Mongst prophets full possest with holy fury,
And with true vertue, void of all disdaine:
The Muses sung, and wak'd me with these wordes.
Seest thou that English Nimph, in face and shape
Resembling some great Goddesse, and whose beames
Doe sprinkle heau'n with vnacquainted light,
While shee doth visite Semers fraudlesse house,
As Iupiter did honour with his presence
The poore thatcht cottage, where Philæmon dwelt?
See thou salute her with an humble voice;
Phœbus, and we, will let thee lack no verses.
But dare not once aspire to touch her praise,
Who, like the Sunne for shew, to Gods for vertue,
Fills all with Maiesty, and holy feare.
More learned then our selues, shee ruleth vs:
More rich then seas, shee doth commaund the seas:
More fair then Nimphs, she gouerns al the Nimphs[:]
More worthy then the Gods, shee wins the Gods.
Behold (Augusta) thy poore suppliant
Is here, at their desire, but thy desert.

438

O sweete Elisa, grace me with a looke,
Or from my browes this Laurell wreath will fall,
And I vnhappy die amidst my song.
Vnder my person Semer hides himselfe,
His mouth yeelds pray'rs, his eie the Oliue branch;
His praiers betoken duety, th'Oliue peace;
His duety argues loue, his peace faire rest;
His loue will smooth your minde, faire rest your body.
This is your Semers heart and quality:
To whom all things are ioyes, while thou art present,
To whom nothing is pleasing, in thine absence.
Behold, on thee how each thing sweetly smiles,
To see thy brightnes glad our hemispheare:
Night only enuies: whome faire stars doe crosse:
All other creatures striue to shew their ioyes.
The crooked-winding kid trips ore the lawnes;
The milkewhite heafer wantons with the bull;
The trees shew pleasure with their quiuiring leaues,
The meddow with new grasse, the vine with grapes,
The running brookes with sweet and siluer sound.
Thee, thee (Sweet Princes), heau'n, & earth, & fluds,
And plants, and beasts, salute with one accord:
And while they gaze on thy perfections,
Their eyes desire is neuer satisfied.
Thy presence frees each thing, that liu'd in doubt:
No seedes now feare the biting of the woorme;
Nor deere the toyles; nor grasse the parching heat;
Nor Birds the snare; nor corne the storme of haile.
O Empresse, ô draw foorth these dayes to yeares,
Yeeres to an age, ages to æternitie:
That such as lately ioyed to see our sorrowes,
May sorrow now, to see our perfect ioyes.
Behold where all the Graces, vertues maydes,
And lightfoote Howrs, the guardians of heau'ns gate,
With ioyned forces doe remoue those blocks,
Which Enuie layd in Maiesties highway.
Come therefore, come vnder our humble roofe,
And with a becke commaund what it containes:
For all is thine: each part obeys thy will;
Did not each part obey, the wholl should perish.

439

Sing songs faire Nymphs, sing sweet triumphal songs,
Fill wayes with flowrs, and th'ayr with harmony.