Fisher, Jasper · published 1633 · first performed or written 1625 [c.1611-1633] (Annals) history · at University unassigned nearest T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs · 464 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
Your Servant to Command, and then Reward. we'll draw thee Meteor-like by our warm favour Unto the roof and feeling of the Court: we'll raise thee (hold but fast) on Fortune's ladder. This Fellow is a Medley of most lewd And vicious qualities: A braggart, yet a coward, A knave, and yet a slave: True to all villainy, But false to Goodness. Yet now I love him, Because he stands just in the way of love. Coosse, I commend you to the Cyprian Queen; Whilst I attend Diana in the Forest, My kinsman Mandubrace, and I must try Our greyhounds' speed after a lightfoot hare. O Love! whose nerves unite in equal bonds This massy frame. Thou Cement of the world: By which the Orbs and Elements agree: By which all Living creatures joy to be, And dying live in their Posterity. Thy holy raptures warm each noble breast, Sweetly inspiring more Soul. Thy delight Surpasses melody, Nectar, and all pleasures Of Tempe, and of Tempe's eldest Sister Elysium: A banquet of all the Senses! By thy Commanding power, Gods into Beasts, And Men to Gods are changed, as Poets say: When Sympathy rules, All like what they obey. But Love triumphs, when Man and Woman meet In full affection: Double vows then fill His sacred Shrine. Yet, This to me denied, More whets my Passion: Mutual Love grows cold. Venus, be thou Propitious to my wiles; And laugh at lover's perjuries and guiles. That Souls immortal are, I easily grant: Their future State distinguished, joy, or Pain, According to the merits of this Life. But then I rather think, being free from Prison, And bodily contagion, they subsist In places fit for Immaterial Spirits: Are not transfused from Men to beasts, from beasts To men again: wheeled round about by change. And were it not more cruel, to turn out Poor naked Souls stripped of warm flesh, like Landlords, Bidding them wander: Then (forsooth) imagine Some unknown Cave or Coast, whether all the myriads Of souls deceased are slipped, and thrust together. Nay, Reason rather says: As at one moment, Some die, and some are borne; so may their Ghosts, Without more cost, serve the succeeding age: For sure they don't wear; to be cast aside. But enter straight, less, or more noble bodies, According to desert of former deeds. The valiant into lions, coward minds Into weak Hares, Th' ambitious into Eagles Soaring aloft; But the perverse and peevish; Are next endenized into wrinkled Apes: Each vice and virtue wearing seemly shapes. So you debase the gods most lively image, The humane Soul, and rank it with mere Brutes, Whose life of reason void, ends with their sense. Hail to heaven's privy Counsellors. The King. Desires your judgement of these troublesome times.
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Your Seruant to Command, and then Reward. Wee'll draw thee Meteor-like by our warme fauour Vnto the roofe and feeling of the Court: Wee'll raise thee (hold but fast) on Fortunes ladder. This Fellow is a Medley of most lewd And vicious qualities: A braggart, yet a coward, A knave, and yet a slave: True to all villany, But false to Goodnesse. Yet now I loue him, Because he stands iust in the way of loue. Coosse, I commend you to the Cyprian Queene; Whil'st I attend Diana in the Forrest, My kinsman Mandubrace, and I must try Our Grey-hounds speed after a light-foot hare. O Loue! whose nerves vnite in aequall bonds This massy frame. Thou Caement of the world: By which the Orbes and Elements agree: By which all Liuing creatures ioy to bee, And dying liue in their Posteritie. Thy holy raptures warme each noble breast, Sweetly inspiring more Soule. Thy delight Surpasses melody, Nectar, and all pleasures Of Tempe, and of Tempe's eldest Sister Elysium: A banquet of all the Senses! By thy Commanding power, Gods into Beasts, And Men to Gods are chang'd, as Poets say: When Sympathy rules, All like what they obey. But Loue triumphes, when Man and Woman meete In full affection: Double vowes then fill His sacred Shrine. Yet, This to mee denied, More whets my Passion: Mutuall Loue growes cold. Venus, be thou Propitious to my wiles; And laugh at Louers periuries and guiles. That Soules immortall are, I easily grant: Their future State distinguisht, Ioy, or Paine, According to the merits of this Life. But then I rather thinke, being free from Prison, And bodily contagion, they subsist In places fit for Immateriall Spirits: Are not transfus'd from Men to beasts, from beasts To men againe: wheel'd round about by change. And were it not more cruell, to turne out Poore naked Soules stript of warme flesh, like Landlords, Bidding them wander: Then (forsooth) imagine Some vnknowne Caue or Coast, whether all the myriads Of soules deceas'd are slipt, and thrust together. Nay, Reason rather sayes: As at one moment, Some dye, and some are borne; so may their Ghosts, Without more cost, serue the succeeding age: For sure they do'nt weare; to be cast aside. But enter strait, lesse, or more noble bodies, According to desert of former deedes. The valiant into Lyons, coward mindes Into weake Hares, Th' ambitious into Eagles Soaring aloft; But the peruerse and peeuish; Are next indenniz'd into wrinkled Apes: Each vice and vertue wearing seemely shapes. So you debase the gods most liuely image, The humane Soule, and ranke it with meere Brutes, Whose life of reason void, ends with their sense. Hayle to Heauens priuy Counsellors. The King. Desires your iudgement of these troublesome times.