Fisher, Jasper · published 1633 · first performed or written 1625 [c.1611-1633] (Annals) history · at University T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma typicality 0.74 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
Set down that heavy load with heavier hearts. Could virtuous valour, honourable thoughts, A noble scorn of Fortune, pride, and death; Myriads of vows and prayers sent to heaven, Could country's Ioue, or Britain's Genius save A mortal man from sleeping in his grave: Then hadst thou lived great Nennius, and outlived The smooth-tongued Greek. But we may more envy, And less bewail thy loss, since thou didst fall On honours lofty Field-bed, on which Stage Never did Worthy act a statelier part. Nor durst pale death approach with Cypress sad, Till flourishing Bay thy conquering temples clad. Turnus may conceal his Name, Nennius had Aeneas fame. Hannibal let Afrique smother, Nennius was great Scipio's brother. Greece forbear Achilles' story, Nennius had brave Hector's glory. Thrush and Nightingale be dumb: Sorrowful songs befit a Tomb. Turn ye marble stones to water: Isis Nymphs forswear all laughter: Sigh and sob upon your bed: Belies noble Son is dead. I like such slaughtering well, of birds and beasts; Which wear no swords, nor shake a fatal pike: When hogsheads bleed, and Oxen mangled lie. O what a world of victuals is prepared For sacrifice and feasting. forty thousand Fat bullocks: than the Parks and Forests send Full thirty thousand wild beasts, armed with horns, And dangerous teeth: The main battalion Consists of Sheep, an hundred thousand fat: The wings are both supplied with birds, and fowls, Sans number: And some fish for succours serve. A goodly Army. Troynovant doth smoke, And smells all like a kitchen. The King, Princes, And Nobles of the land a Triumph hold. Music, and songs, good cheer, and wine; and wine, And songs and Music, and good cheer. High, brave. No more shall barley broth pollute my throat, But Nectar, Nectar of the grapes sweet blood: Come heavenly Potion, wine: whose gentle warmth Softens the brain, unlocks the silent tongue, wit's Midwife, and our spirits vestal Priest Keeping alive the natural heat. A health, A health (to make short work) to all the world: So will it sure go round. Sorrow must doff her sable sable weeds, and joy Furbish the Court with fresh and vernant colours: Else should we seem ungrateful to the gods. Triumphs must thrust out Obsequies: And Tilt With Turny, and our ancient sport called Troy, Such as Iulus 'bout his grandsire's tomb Did represent. And at each Temple's porch Games, songs, and holy murdering of beasts. The Roman Eagle threatening woe, The Sea did shadow with her wing: But our Goose quills did prick her so, That from the clouds they down her bring. Both. Sing then ye Hills and Dales so so clear: That Io Paean all may hear. They may us call Isles Fortunate; They sought for life here, not for Fame. All, yield to them, they to our State: The world knows but our Double Name. Both. Sing then ye Streams and Woods so so clear: That Io Paean all may hear.
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Set downe that heauie load with heauier hearts. Could vertuous valour, honourable thoughts, A noble skorne of Fortune, pride, and death; Myriads of vowes and prayers sent to heauen, Could Countries Ioue, or Britaines Genius saue A mortall man from sleeping in his graue: Then hadst thou liu'd great Nennius, and out-liu'd The smooth-tongu'd Greeke. But we may more enuy, And lesse bewaile thy losse, since thou didst fall On honours lofty Field-bed, on which Stage Neuer did Worthy act a statelier part. Nor durst pale death approach with Cypresse sad, Till florishing Bay thy conquering temples clad. Turnus may conceale his Name, Nennius had Aeneas fame. Hannibal let Africk smother, Nēnius was great Scipioes brother. Greece forbeare Achilles story, Nennius had braue Hectors glory. Thrush and Nightingale be dumb: Sorrowfull songs befit a Tombe. Turne ye marble stones to water: Isis Nymphes forswear al laughter: Sigh and sob vpon your bed: Belyes noble Sonne is dead. I like such slaughtering well, of birdes and beasts; Which weare no swordes, nor shake a fatall pike: When hogsheads bleed, and Oxen mangled lye. O what a world of victualls is prepar'd For sacrifice and feasting. Fourty thousand Fat Bullockes: than the Parkes and Forests send Full thirty thousand wild beasts, arm'd with hornes, And dangerous teeth: The maine battaillion Consists of Sheep, an hundred thousand fat: The winges are both supplied with birds, and fowles, Sans number: And some fish for succours serue. A goodly Army. Troynouant doth smoake, And smells all like a kitchin. The King, Princes, And Nobles of the land a Triumph hold. Musicke, and songs, good cheere, and wine; and wine, And songs and Musicke, and good cheere▪ High, braue. No more shall barly broath pollute my throate, But Nectar, Nectar of the grapes sweete blood: Come heauenly Potion, wine: whose gentle warmth Softens the braine, vnlockes the silent tongue, Wits Midwife, and our spirits vestall Priest Keeping aliue the naturall heate. A health, A health (to make short worke) to all the world: So will it sure goe round. Sorrow must doffe her sable sable weedes, and ioy Furbish the Court with fresh and vernant colours: Else should we seeme vngratefull to the gods. Triumphs must thrust out Obsequies: And Tilt With Turny, and our antient sport call'd Troy, Such as Iulus 'bout his Grandsires tombe Did represent. And at each Temples porch Games, songs, and holy murdering of beastes. The Romane Eagle threatning woe, The Sea did shadow with her wing: But our Goose quilles did pricke her so, That from the clouds they downe her bring. Both. Sing then ye Hilles and Dales so so cleare: That Io Paean all may heare. They may vs call Iles Fortunate; They sought for life heere, not for Fame. All, yeeld to them, they to our State: The world knowes but our Double Name. Both. Sing then ye Streames and Woods so so cleare: That Io Paean all may heare.