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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 Nereus to her Maiesty.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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The Oration of Nereus to her Maiesty.

Faire Cinthia the wide Oceans Empresse,
I watry Nereus houered on the coast
To greete your Maiesty with this my traine
Of dauncing Tritons, and shrill singing Nimphs.
But all in vaine: Elisa was not there;
For which our Neptune grieud, and blamd the star,
Whose thwarting influence dasht our longing hope.
Therefore impatient, that this worthles earth
Should beare your Highnes weight, and we sea Gods,
(Whose iealous waues haue swallowd vp your foes,
And to your Realme are walles impregnable)
With such large fauour seldome time are grac't:
I from the deepes haue drawen this winding flud,
Whose crescent forme figures the rich increase
Of all that sweet Elisa holdeth deare.
And with me came gould-brested India,
Who daunted at your sight, leapt to the shoare,
And sprinkling endlesse treasure on this Ile,
Left me this iewell to present your Grace,
For hym, that vnder you doth hold this place.
See where her ship remaines, whose silkewouen takling

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Is turnde to twigs, and threefold mast to trees,
Receiuing life from verdure of your lookes;
(For what cannot your gracious looks effect?)
Yon vgly monster creeping from the South,
To spoyle these blessed fields of Albion,
By selfe same beames is chang'd into a Snaile,
Whose bulrush hornes are not of force to hurt.
As this snaile is, so be thine enemies,
And neuer yet did Nereus wishe in vaine.
That Fort did Neptune raise, for your defence;
And in this Barke, which gods hale neare the shore,
White footed Thetis sends her Musicke maydes,
To please Elisaes eares with harmony.
Hear them fair Queene: and when their Musick ends,
My Triton shall awake the Syluane Gods,
To doe their hommage to your Maiesty.