Fisher, Jasper · published 1633 · first performed or written 1625 [c.1611-1633] (Annals) history · at University T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and typicality 0.78 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
By the vervain, &c. we'll praise, we'll praise, we'll praise. Fix, holy Brother, now your prayers on One, Britain's chief Patroness; with humble cry, Let us invoke the moon's bright Majesty. Thou Queen of Heaven, Commandress of the Deep, Lady of Lakes, Regent of Woods and deer, A Lamp dispelling irksome night: The source Of generable moisture. At whose feet With garments blue, and rushy garlands dressed Wait twenty thousand Naiades. Thy Crescent Brute Elephants adore, and man doth feel Thy force run through the Zodiac of his limbs. O thou first guide of Brutus to this I'll, Drive back these proud usurpers from this I'll. Whether the name of Cynthia's silver globe; Or chaste Diana with a guilded quiver; Or dread Proserpina, stern Dis his spouse; Or soft Lucina, called in childbed throws: Doth thee delight. Rise with a glorious face, Green drops of Nereus trickling down thy cheeks, And with bright horns, united in full orb, Toss high the Seas, with billows beat the banks, Conjure up Neptune, and the Aeolian slaves, Contract both Night and Winter in a storm: That Romans lose their way, and sooner land At sad Avernus, than at Albion's strand. So mayst thou shun the dragon's head and tail: So may Endymion snort on Latmian bed: So may the fair game fall before thy bow: Shed light on us, but lightning on our foe. methinks, a gracious luster spreads her brow: And with a nod she ratifies our suit. Behold, an Oracle flies out from her Shrine: Which both the King and State shall see, before We dare unfold it. Follow me. Follow? what means that word, who art, Thy will? Follow me Nennius. He names me: Sure it is some friend which speaks. I'll follow thee, though't be through Stygian lakes. 'tis Ancient Brennus calls, whose victories Europe and Asia felt, and still record. Dear Nennius, now's the time to steel thy courage. Canst thou behold thy Mother captive, then Look back upon thy Ancestors enrolled Among the Worthies, who spread wide her Fame? First let thy Eyeballs pour out poisoned beams, And kill them with Disdain, who dare but lift Their hand against her. No: no Consull must Boast of her Thraldom, and outbrave our Walls. I wonder that such impudent Owls should gaze Against the splendour of our Britain cliffs: Play thou a second Brennus, Let thy Lance, Like an Herculean club, Two monsters tame, Rome's Avarice and Pride; So come Life or Death, Let Honour have the Incense of thy Breath. Farewell heroic Soul: Thou shalt not blush, At Nennius deeds. The smallest drop of Fame Is cheap, If death and dangers may it buy. Yet give thy words new vigour to my spirits, And spur the Pegasus of my mounting thoughts: I'll follow thee, o'er piles of slaughtered foes, And knock at Pluto's gate. I come. Come Life or Death, Honour, To thee I consecrate my Breath.
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By the vervaine, &c. VVee'l praise, wee'l praise, wee'l praise. Fixe, holy Brother, now your praiers on One, Britaines chiefe Patronesse; with humble cry, Let vs inuoke the Moones bright Maiestie. Thou Queene of Heauen, Commandresse of the Deep, Lady of Lakes, Regent of VVoods and Deere, A Lampe dispelling irksome night: The source Of generable moysture. At whose feete With garments blue, and rushie garlands drest Waite twenty thousand Naiades. Thy Crescent Brute Elephants adore, and man doth feele Thy force run through the Zodiack of his limbes. O thou first guide of Brutus to this Ile, Driue backe these proud vsurpers from this Ile. Whether the name of Cynthiaes siluer globe; Or chaste Diana with a guilded quiuer; Or dread Proserpina, sterne Dis his spouse; Or soft Lucina, call'd in child-bed throwes: Doth thee delight. Rise with a glorious face, Greene droppes of Nereus trickling downe thy cheekes, And with bright hornes, vnited in full orbe, Tosse high the Seas, with billowes beate the bankes, Coniure vp Neptune, and the Aeolian slaues, Contract both Night and Winter in a storme: That Romans loose their way, and sooner land At sad Avernus, than at Albions strand. So maist thou shun the Dragons head and tayle: So may Endymion snort on Latmian bed: So may the faire game fall before thy bow: Shed light on vs, but lightning on our foe. Me thinkes, a gracious luster spreads her brow: And with a nodde she ratifies our suite. Behold, an Oracle flies out from her Shrine: Which both the King and State shall see, before We dare vnfold it. Follow me. Follow? what meanes that word, who art, Thy will? Follow me Nennius. He names mee: Sure it is some friend which speaks. I'le follow thee, though't be through Stygian lakes. Tis Ancient Brennus calles, whose victories Europe and Asia felt, and still record. Deare Nennius, now's the time to steele thy courage. Canst thou behold thy Mother captiue, then Looke backe vpon thy Ancestors enroll'd Among the Worthies, who spread wide her Fame? First let thy Eye-balles powre out poysoned beames, And kill them with Disdaine, who dare but lift Their hand against her. No: no Confull must Boast of her Thraldome, and out-braue our Walles. I wonder that such impudent Owles should gaze Against the splendour of our Britaine clifts: Play thou a second Brennus, Let thy Lance, Like an Herculean clubbe, Two monsters tame, Romes Auarice and Pride; So come Life or Death, Let Honour haue the Incense of thy Breath. Farewell heroick Soule: Thou shalt not blush, At Nennius deeds. The smallest drop of Fame Is cheape, If death and dangers may it buy. Yet giue thy words new vigour to my spirits, And spurre the Pegasus of my mounting thoughts: I'le follow thee, ore pyles of slaughtered foes, And knocke at Plutoes gate. I come. Come Life or Death, Honour, To thee I consecrate my Breath.