Fisher, Jasper · published 1633 · first performed or written 1625 [c.1611-1633] (Annals) history · at University T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.75 · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Thus spend we time in laughter, While peace and spring do smile: But I hear a sound of slaughter, Draw nearer to our I'll. Leave then your wonted prattle, The Oaten reed forbear: For I hear a sound of battle, And Trumpets tear the air, Let bagpipes die for want of wind, Let Crowd and Harp be dumb; Let little Taber come behind: For I hear the dreadful drum. Let no Birds sing, no lambkin's dance, No fountains murmuring go: Let Shepherd's crook be made a lance: For the martial horns do blow. heaven's favour Cridous fair Albania's King: And Britael decked with the Demetian Crown: The same to famous Guerted, whose command Embraces woody Ordovickes black Hills. Legate, you may your message now declare. By me great Caesar greets the Britain state: This letter speaks the rest. Then read the rest. Since Romulus' race by will of Ioue, Have stretched their Empire wide: From Danowe's banks by Tigris swift, Unto mount Atlas' side: And Provinces and Nations strong. With homage due obey. We wish that you hid in the Sea, Do likewise tribute pay. Submitting all unto our wills, For rashly aiding Gaul: And noble Lads for hostages Make ready at our call. These granted may our Friendship gain: Denied shall work your woe: Now take your choice, whether you'd find Rome, as a Friend, or Foe. Bold mandates are unwelcome to free Princes. Legate withdraw; you shall be soon dispatched. He writes more like a Victor, than a Foe; Whose greatness risen from subdued nations, Is fastened only with fear's slippery knot. Nor can they fight so fierce, for wealth or fame, As we for native liberty. With answer rough Bid him defiance. So thinks Cridous. Guerted maintains the same, and on their flesh I'll write my answer in red Characters. Thou Ravenous wolf, Imperious monster Rome, Seven-headed Hydra; know, we scorn thy threats: We can oppose thy hills with mounts as high; And scourge usurpers with like cruelty. And thus thinks Britael. Let Caesar come: Our land doth rust with ease, And wants an object, whose resisting power May strike out valorous flashes from her veins. So shadows give a Picture life. So flames Grow brighter by a fanning blast. Nor think, I am a Courtier, and no Warrior borne: Nor love-object: For well my Poet says, Militat omnis Amans, Each Lover is a Soldier; I can join Cupid's bow, and Mars his Lance. A pewter-coat fits me, as well as silk. It grieves me see, Our Martial spirits trace The idle streets, while weapons by their side Dangle and lash their backs, as 'twere to upbraid Their needless use. Nor is it glory small, They set upon us last, when their proud Arms Fathom the Land and Seas, and reach both Poles. On then, So great a Foe, so good a cause, Shall make our name more famous. So thinks Eulinus.
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Thus spend we time in laughter, While peace and spring doe smile: But I heare a sound of slaughter, Draw neerer to our Ile. Leaue then your wonted prattle, The Oaten reed forbeare: For I heare a sound of battell, And Trumpets teare the ayre, Let bag-pipes dye for want of wind, Let Crowd and Harpe be dumbe; Let little Taber come behind: For I heare the dreadfull drumme. Let no Birds sing, no Lambkins daunce, No fountaines murmuring goe: Let Shepheards crooke be made a launce: For the martiall hornes doe blow. Heauens fauour Cridous faire Albaniaes King: And Britael deckt with the Demetian Crowne: The same to famous Guerted, whose command Embraces woody Ordovickes blacke Hilles. Legate, you may your message now declare. By me great Caesar greetes the Britaine state: This letter speakes the rest. Then read the rest. Since Romulus race by will of Ioue, Haue stretcht their Empire wide: From Danowes bankes by Tygris swift, Vnto mount Atlas side: And Provinces and Nations strong. With homage due obey. We wish that you hid in the Sea, Doe likewise tribute pay. Submitting all vnto our willes, For rashly aiding Gaule: And noble Laddes for hostages Make ready at our call. These graunted may our Friendship gaine: Denied shall worke your woe: Now take your choise, whether you'de find Rome, as a Friend, or Foe. Bold mandates are vnwelcome to free Princes. Legate withdraw; you shall be soone dispatch'd. He writes more like a Victour, than a Foe; Whose greatnesse risen from subdued nations, Is fastned onely with feare's slippery knot. Nor can they fight so feirce, for wealth or fame, As we for natiue liberty. With answer rough Bid him defiance. So thinkes Cridous. Guerted maintaines the same, and on their flesh I'le write my answer in red Characters. Thou Rauenous woolfe, Imperious monster Rome, Seuen-headed Hydra; know, we scorne thy threates: We can oppose thy hils with mounts as high; And scourge vsurpers with like cruelty. And thus thinkes Britael. Let Caesar come: Our land doth rust with ease, And wants an obiect, whose resisting power May strike out valarous flashes from her veines. So shadowes giue a Picture life. So flames Grow brighter by a fanning blast. Nor thinke, I am a Courtier, and no Warriour borne: Nor Loue-Obiect: For well my Poet saies, Militat omnis Amans, Each Louer is a Souldier; I can ioyne Cupids bow, and Mars his Launce. A pewter-coate fits me, as well as silke. It grieues me see, Our Martiall spirits trace The idle streetes, while weapons by their side Dangle and lash their backes, as t'were to vpbraid Their needlesse vse. Nor is it glory small, They set vpon vs last, when their proud Armes Fadome the Land and Seas, and reach both Poles. On then, So great a Foe, so good a cause, Shall make our name more famous. So thinkes Eulinus.