Fisher, Jasper · published 1633 · first performed or written 1625 [c.1611-1633] (Annals) history · at University unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Since the great guide of all, Olympus King, Will have the Romans his Viceroys on earth: Since the red fatal eyes of crow-black night, Fling their malignant influence on our state: Since Britain must submit: It was her fame, None but a Iulius Caesar could her tame. Come fellow Bards and sing with cheer; Since dreadful Alarms we shall no more hear. Come lovely peace, our Saint divine, Olive and Laurel do love for to twine. The Graces, and Muses, and Nymphs in a round: Let voice beat the air, and feet beat the ground. So hell's black image chased away, Eos doth dandle the goldy-locked day: So Bruma banished all forlorn, Cupid and Flora the spring do adorn. And so the grim fury of Mars laid in grave, A merrier ending doth friendly peace crave. The Sky is glad that Stars above, Do give a brighter splendour: The Stars unfold their flaming gold, To make the ground more tender: The ground doth send a fragrant smell, That air may be the sweeter: The air doth charm the swelling Seas, With pretty chirping meeter: The Sea with rivers water doth The plants and flowers dainty: The plants do yield their fruitful seed, That beasts may live in plenty: The Beasts do give both food and cloth, That man high Ioue may honour: And so the world runs merrily round, When peace doth smile upon her. Oh then, then Oh: Oh then, then Oh: This jubilee last for ever: That Foreign spite, or Civil fight, Our quiet trouble never. How bravely Caesar past the angry main? How bravely was he back repulsed again? How did he wheel his sword in Nennius' face? How did he lose his sword, and fly apace? How did again his Army fill your coast? ay, when our Princes did conduct his host. How did they pierce through Isis' dangerous flood? But made her swell, and bankrupt with their blood. Mirror of Captains, Iulius style hath won. But we may justly brag of two for one. Confess, our valorous race hath now repaid The Allian Massacre, and our cities Flame: See how they yield, and yearly Tribute pay. No, proud Dictator: Both do weary stand On equal terms: Both wish a peaceful League. But if they shall oppress; know, Generous spirits Will break this Compact, like a spider's web. Ioues will is finished: And (though Iuno frown, That no more Trojan blood shall die the stage) The worlds fourth Empire Britain doth embrace. The Thunder-bearer with a Ianus look At once views ruddy morn, and cloudy West: Her wings displayed o'er this Terrestrial egg, Will shortly hatch an Universal peace: For Ioue intends a favour to the world. It now remains, That you two martial wights Cease from your braving one another's worth: You must be friends at last. The close is sweet, When after tumults, hearts and hands do meet. Nec Lusisse pudet, sed non incidere Ludum.
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Since the great guide of all, Olympus King, Will haue the Romanes his Vice-Royes on earth: Since the red fatall eyes of crow-blacke night, Fling their malignant influence on our state: Since Britaine must submit: It was her fame, None but a Iulius Caesar could her tame. Come fellow Bards and sing with cheere; Since dreadfull Alarums we shall no more heare. Come louely peace, our Saint diuine, Oliue and Lawrell doe loue for to twine. The Graces, and Muses, and Nymphes in a round: Let voice beate the aire, and feet beat the ground. So Hells blacke image chas'd away, Eos doth dandle the goldy-lock'd day: So Bruma banisht all forlorne, Cupid and Flora the spring doe adorne. And so the grim fury of Mars laid in graue, A merrier ending doth friendly peace craue. The Skie is glad that Starres aboue, Doe giue a brighter splendor: The Starres vnfold their flaming gold, To make the ground more tender: The ground doth send a fragrant smell, That aire may be the sweeter: The aire doth charme the swelling Seas, With pretty chirping meeter: The Sea with rivers water doth The plants and flowers dainty: The plants doe yeeld their fruitfull seed, That beasts may liue in plenty: The Beasts doe giue both food and cloth, That man high Ioue may honour: And so the world runnes merrily round, When peace doth smile vpon her. Oh then, then Oh: Oh then, then Oh: This Iubilee last for euer: That Forraine spight, or Ciuill fight, Our quiet trouble neuer. How brauely Caesar past the angry Maine? How brauely was he backe repulst againe? How did he wheele his sword in Nennius face? How did he loose his sword, and flie apace? How did againe his Army fill your coast? I, when our Princes did conduct his hoast. How did they pierce through Isis dangerous flood? But made her swell, and bank-rupt with their blood. Mirrour of Captaines, Iulius stile hath wonne. But we may iustly brag of two for one. Confesse, our valorous race hath now repaid The Allian Massacre, and our cities Flame: See how they yeeld, and yeerely Tribute pay. No, proud Dictator: Both do weary stand On equall termes: Both wish a peacefull League. But if they shall oppresse; know, Generous spirits Will breake this Compact, like a Spiders webbe. Ioues will is finisht: And (though Iuno frowne, That no more Troiane blood shall die the stage) The worlds fourth Empire Britaine doth embrace. The Thunder-bearer with a Ianus looke At once viewes ruddie morne, and cloudie West: Her wings displaied ore this Terrestriall egge, Will shortly hatch an Vniuersall peace: For Ioue intends a fauour to the world. It now remaines, That you two martiall wights Cease from your brauing one anothers worth: You must be friends at last. The cloze is sweete, When after tumults, hearts and hands doe meete. Nec Lusisse pudet, sed non incidere Ludum.