Monologue

To The Sun Monologue from Every Man in His Humour

From Every Man in His Humour by Ben Jonson

any · philosophical · 1:03 min

Most glorious orb! that wert a worship, ere The mystery of thy making was reveal’d! Thou earliest minister of the Almighty, Which gladden’d, on their mountain tops, the hearts Of the Chaldean shepherds, till they pour’d Themselves in orisons! Thou material God! And representative of the Unknown-- Who chose thee for His shadow! Thou chief star! Centre of many stars! which mak’st our earth Endurable, and temperest the hues And hearts of all who walk within thy rays; Sire of the seasons! Monarch of the climes, And those who dwell in them! for near or far, Our inborn spirits have a tint of thee, Even as our outward aspects;--thou dost rise, And shine, and set in glory. Fare thee well!

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