Good morning to the day; and, next, my gold
Act I, Scene I VOLPONE .
Good morning to the day; and, next, my gold:
Open the shrine, that I may see my saint .
Haile the worlds soule, and mine. More glad then is
The teeming earth, to see the long'd-for sunne
Peepe through the hornes of the celestiall ram ,
Am I, to view thy splendor, darkening his:
That, lying here, amongst my other hoords,
Shew'st like a flame, by night; or like the day
Struck out of chaos , when all darknesse fled
Unto the center. O, thou sonne of SOL ,
(But brighter then thy father) let me kisse,
With adoration, thee, and every relique
Of sacred treasure, in this blessed roome.
Well did wise Poets, by thy glorious name,
Title that age, which they would have the best;
Thou being the best of things: and far transcending
All stile of joy, in children, parents, friends,
Or any other waking dreame on earth.
Thy lookes, when they to VENUS did ascribe,
They should have giv'n her twentie thousand CUPIDS ;
Such are thy beauties, and our loves! Deare saint ,
Riches, the dumbe god, that giv'st all men tongues:
That canst doe nought, and yet mak'st men doe all things;
The price of soules; even hell, with thee to boot,
Is made worth heaven! Thou art vertue, fame,
Honour, and all things else! Who can get thee,
He shall be noble, valiant, honest, wise — MOSCA .
And what he will, sir. Riches are in fortune
A greater good, then wisedome is in nature.
Act I, Scene I VOLPONE .
Good morning to the day; and, next, my gold:
Open the shrine, that I may see my saint .
Haile the worlds soule, and mine. More glad then is
The teeming earth, to see the long'd-for sunne
Peepe through the hornes of the celestiall ram ,
Am I, to view thy splendor, darkening his:
That, lying here, amongst my other hoords,
Shew'st like a flame, by night; or like the day
Struck out of chaos , when all darknesse fled
Unto the center. O, thou sonne of SOL ,
(But brighter then thy father) let me kisse,
With adoration, thee, and every relique
Of sacred treasure, in this blessed roome.
Well did wise Poets, by thy glorious name,
Title that age, which they would have the best;
Thou being the best of things: and far transcending
All stile of joy, in children, parents, friends,
Or any other waking dreame on earth.
Thy lookes, when they to VENUS did ascribe,
They should have giv'n her twentie thousand CUPIDS ;
Such are thy beauties, and our loves! Deare saint ,
Riches, the dumbe god, that giv'st all men tongues:
That canst doe nought, and yet mak'st men doe all things;
The price of soules; even hell, with thee to boot,
Is made worth heaven! Thou art vertue, fame,
Honour, and all things else! Who can get thee,
He shall be noble, valiant, honest, wise — MOSCA .
And what he will, sir. Riches are in fortune
A greater good, then wisedome is in nature.
Good morning to the day; and, next, my gold:
Open the shrine, that I may see my saint .
Haile the worlds soule, and mine. More glad then is
The teeming earth, to see the long'd-for sunne
Peepe through the hornes of the celestiall ram ,
Am I, to view thy splendor, darkening his:
That, lying here, amongst my other hoords,
Shew'st like a flame, by night; or like the day
Struck out of chaos , when all darknesse fled
Unto the center. O, thou sonne of SOL ,
(But brighter then thy father) let me kisse,
With adoration, thee, and every relique
Of sacred treasure, in this blessed roome.
Well did wise Poets, by thy glorious name,
Title that age, which they would have the best;
Thou being the best of things: and far transcending
All stile of joy, in children, parents, friends,
Or any other waking dreame on earth.
Thy lookes, when they to VENUS did ascribe,
They should have giv'n her twentie thousand CUPIDS ;
Such are thy beauties, and our loves! Deare saint ,
Riches, the dumbe god, that giv'st all men tongues:
That canst doe nought, and yet mak'st men doe all things;
The price of soules; even hell, with thee to boot,
Is made worth heaven! Thou art vertue, fame,
Honour, and all things else! Who can get thee,
He shall be noble, valiant, honest, wise — MOSCA .
And what he will, sir. Riches are in fortune
A greater good, then wisedome is in nature.
Act I, Scene I VOLPONE .
Good morning to the day; and, next, my gold:
Open the shrine, that I may see my saint .
Haile the worlds soule, and mine. More glad then is
The teeming earth, to see the long'd-for sunne
Peepe through the hornes of the celestiall ram ,
Am I, to view thy splendor, darkening his:
That, lying here, amongst my other hoords,
Shew'st like a flame, by night; or like the day
Struck out of chaos , when all darknesse fled
Unto the center. O, thou sonne of SOL ,
(But brighter then thy father) let me kisse,
With adoration, thee, and every relique
Of sacred treasure, in this blessed roome.
Well did wise Poets, by thy glorious name,
Title that age, which they would have the best;
Thou being the best of things: and far transcending
All stile of joy, in children, parents, friends,
Or any other waking dreame on earth.
Thy lookes, when they to VENUS did ascribe,
They should have giv'n her twentie thousand CUPIDS ;
Such are thy beauties, and our loves! Deare saint ,
Riches, the dumbe god, that giv'st all men tongues:
That canst doe nought, and yet mak'st men doe all things;
The price of soules; even hell, with thee to boot,
Is made worth heaven! Thou art vertue, fame,
Honour, and all things else! Who can get thee,
He shall be noble, valiant, honest, wise — MOSCA .
And what he will, sir. Riches are in fortune
A greater good, then wisedome is in nature.
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