Heywood, Thomas · published 1633 · first performed or written 1633 [Oct 29] (Annals) civic play; pageant unassigned nearest T34 Thebes and royal catastrophe: siege, sla · 573 words
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CAn Thamesis himself so far forget? But 'tis so long since Tame and Isis met, That 'tis not rare; for we two are grown old, And being Rivers, subject to take cold: Forced with extremity of pain to groan, As troubled with the gravel and the stone. (Whole shelves are in our reins) but (Fates so please) By Artists help we late have got some ease. Thanks to our Patriots: O when I look On you, I must acknowledge to a Brook My River had been turned, had not your care Been ever studious for our best welfare. (My recollection help me) you are he That up to Stanes and down as far as Lee, Are my great Lord in chief; first than I bow To your Inauguration, and I now Rouse me in my Sea Chariot, drawn or led By your own Griffons: Birds, who have the head Of Eagles, Lion's body, wings beside, All Symbols of that Praetor, who shall guide So great a state; know further, Griffons can Snatch from the Earth the harnessed horse and man To pray on them at pleasure, these imply That you must always have an eagle's eye To out gaze the Sun, and keep that Aquilant sight To see what's wrong, and to distinguish right. The Lion's strength and boldness you must have (With all his pity,) for to such as crave Or yield unto him, aining themselves dying, Scorning to kill, he will not touch them lying: But such as strive or shall oppugn his laws, He rends and tears them with his Kingly paws. The wings your Griffons bear, import what speed should be applied to such as justice need: But why should I though best of Neptune's sons (Whose stream almost by your permission runs) Instruct him who can teach? since the last year Till this day, never ran my Tides so clear As now they do, were never so become With Barges, Ensigns; Trumpets, Fyfe and Drum, Me thinkes you make me young again to view Old customs kept, and (in them) all things new. Though I by name of Thamesis ame known My streams are yours, you welcome to your own, Pass, and return safe, thus much on we build, What's on my Waters wanting Land shall yield. IF a true Shepherd you desire to see, Look this way, for he's embleamed here in me: But you grave Praetor raised to this high state, He whom as now I only personate The numerous throng, which you this day behold Are your own Sheep, this City is their fold, And by your grave discretion they shall best, Know where to browse by day, by night to rest. As I, so you must on a Dial sit Which hath no Gnomon but my staff to it, And such your Sword is now, your wakeful eye Must still be open to watch where you can spy The Ravenous Wolf to press, and block the way, Lest he on any of your Flock should prey: Although my Dog fly from him, who hath been Rent with his paw, and fears his horrid grin, Yet at all hours (you see) I ready stand With armed hart, and Sheephook in my hand, (So with your Sword must you) both with an high Undaunted Spirit, and with a Vigilant eye, Lest any envious thorn, or schratching briar, May raze their Skins, or on their Fleeces tire,
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CAn Thamesis himselfe so farre forget? But 'tis so long since Tame and Isis met, That 'tis not rare; for we two are growne old, And being Riuers, subiect to take cold: Forc't with extremity of paine to grone, As troubled with the grauell and the stone. (Whole shelues are in our raines) but (Fates so please) By Artists helpe we late haue got some ease. Thankes to our Patriots: O when I looke On you, I must acknowledge to a Brooke My River had beene turn'd, had not your care Beene euer studious for our best well-fare. (My recollection helpe me) you are hee That vp to Stanes and downe as farre as Lee, Are my great Lord in cheife; first then I bow To your Inauguration, and I now Rowse me in my Sea Chariot, drawne or led By your owne Griffons: Birds, who haue the head Of Eagles, Lyons body, wings beside, All Symboles of that Praetor, who shall guide So great a state; know further, Griffons can Snatch from the Earth the harnest horse and man To pray on them at pleasure, these imply That you must alwayes haue an Eagles eye To out gaze the Sun, and keepe that Aquilant sight To see what's wrong, and to distinguish right. The Lyons strength and boldnes you must haue (With all his pitty,) for to such as craue Or yeeld vnto him, aining themselues dying, Scorning to kil, he will not touch them lying: But such as striue or shall oppugne his lawes, He rends and teares them with his Kingly pawes. The wings your Griffons beare, import what speede should be apply'd to such as iustice neede: But why should I though best of Neptunes sonnes (Whose streame almost by your permission runnes) Instruct him who can teach? since the last yeare Till this day, neuer ran my Tides so cleare As now they doe, were neuer so become With Barges, Ensignes; Trumpets, Fyfe and Drum, Me thinkes you make me yong againe to view Old customes kept, and (in them) all things new. Though I by name of Thamesis ame knowne My streames are yours, you welcome to your owne, Passe, and returne safe, thus much on we build, What's on my Waters wanting Land shall yeeld. IF a true Shepheard you desire to see, Looke this way, for hee's embleam'd here in me: But you graue Praetor rais'd to this high state, Hee whom as now I only personate The numerous throng, which you this day behold Are your owne Sheep, this Citty is their fold, And by your graue descretion they shal best, Know where to browze by day, by ight to rest. As I, so you must on a Diall sit Which hath no Gnoon but my staffe to it, And such your Swoord is now, your wakefull eye Must still be ope to watch where you can spy The Rauenous Woolfe to presse, and block the way, Least hee on any of your Flocke should prey: Although my Dog fly from him, who hath binne Rent with his pawe, and feares his horrid grinne, Yet at all houres (you see) I ready stand With armed hart, and Sheepe-hooke in my hand, (So with your Swoord must you) both with an hye Vndaunted Spirit, and with a Vigilant eye, Least any eious thorne, or schratching bryer, May race their Skinnes, or on their Fleeces tyer,