Ruins of Time -- Envoy
L : Envoy.
Immortall spirite of Philisides,
Which now art made the
heauens
heavens
ornament,
That whilome wast the worlds chiefst riches;
Giue
Give
leaue
leave
to him that
lou’de
lov’de
thee to lament
His losse, by lacke of thee to
heauen
heaven
hent,
And with last duties of this broken verse,
Broken with sighes, to decke thy sable Herse.
And ye faire Ladie th’honor of your daies,
And glorie of the world, your high thoughts scorne;
Vouchsafe this moniment of his last praise,
With some few
siluer
silver
dropping teares t’adorne:
And as ye be of
heauenlie
heavenlie
off spring borne,
So
vnto
unto
heauen
heaven
let your high minde aspire,
And loath this drosse of sinfull worlds desire.
FINIS.
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