Taylor, John · published 1634 · first performed or written 1634 [Oct 29] (Annals) civic play; pageant unassigned nearest T34 Thebes and royal catastrophe: siege, sla · 434 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T34: thebes, antigone, polynices, creon, eteocles, war, theban, gods, dear, country.
Know worthy Troop, that I great Thetis am, Who (hearing of these Triumphs) hither came From th'Azure court of my most deep Abyss To grace my fairest daughter Thamisis, I every twelve hours, by this Child of mine, Do send you silks and velvets, oil, and wine, Gold, silver, Jewels, fish, salt, sundry spices, Fine and course linen, drugs of diverse prices: What every Realm or climate can produce, I see it safe transported for your use. Thus from the bosom of the Deep my floods (By Thames) do every Tide send up your goods, For which this matchless well deserving River, Your Cloth doth back again to me deliver, With other riches, which I o'er the Sea Unto my other daughters do convey; For your commodities I'll ever flow Unto Danubius, Ister, Rhine, and Poe, To Maze, Seine, Volga, Ems, Elve, and Tanales, To Tigris, Nilus, Ganges, Euphrates, To Tiber, Jordan, Xanthus, Jndus, Tagus, Past Asphaltites, or Black Mortuus Lacus As far as Sol or Cynthia spread their beams, As far as Oceanus sends his streams, So far will I your servant ever be, In any thing you'll deign to put on me: And humble thanks fair Thames and I do render To you, who of her welfare are so tender, Who with great cost and care do lend your hands, To clear your servant Thames from shelves and sands: Go on and cleanse her, as you have begun, And she shall do for you as she hath done. We are assured that Heaven will ever bless Your stores, who do her injuries redress, Thetis and Thames, their services shall show To you, as long as they do ebb and flow. Thus with our humble duteous bending down, Long may this City flourish with renown. Almost 500 days, beheld have I The Triumphs of Great London's Mayoralty, And sure old Time, with Joy doth truly say, He ne'er was better pleased than at this day; Not that I think a temporising Lord, Or Pleaser of the Time shall wield the sword, But as your Honourable Predecessors Have mended Time, by punishing Trangressors; So Time hopes that th'addition of your year, Will make him more Illustrate, pure and clear. For of all fading things 'tis manifest, As Time is used, he's either worst or best. All those that rightly have their Honours won: Have used Time well, (as you my Lord have done.) This Honour was ordained you, from your youth You ever loved my loveliest daughter TRUTH, And she hath raised you; and she did prefer You to this dignity to Maintain her.
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Know worthy Troop, that I great Thetis am, Who (hearing of theſe Triumphs) hither came From th'Azure court of my moſt deepe Abyſſe To grace my faireſt daughter Thamiſis, I every twelve houres, by this Child of mine, Do ſend you ſilks and velvets, oyle, and wine, Gold, ſilver, Jewels, fiſh, ſalt, ſundry ſpices, Fine and courſe linnen, druggs of divers prices: What every Realme or climate can produce, I ſee it ſafe tranſported for your uſe. Thus from the boſome of the Deepe my floods (By Thames) doe every Tyde ſend up your goods, For which this matchleſſe well deſerving River, Your Cloth doth backe againe to me deliver, With other riches, which I o're the Sea Unto my other daughters doe convay; For your commodities I'le ever flow Unto Danubius, Iſter, Rhine, and Poe, To Maze, Seine, Volga, Ems, Elve, and Tanales, To Tygris, Nilus, Ganges, Euphrates, To Tyber, Jordan, Xanthus, Jndus, Tagus, Paſt Aſphaltites, or Blacke Mortuus Lacus As far as Sol or Cynthia ſpread their beames, As far as Oceanus ſends his ſtreames, So far will I your ſervant ever be, In any thing you'l deigne to put on me: And humble thanks faire Thames and I doe render To you, who of her well-fare are ſo tender, Who with great coſt and care doe lend your hands, To cleare your ſervant Thames from ſhelves and ſands: Go on and cleanſe her, as you have begun, And ſhe ſhall doe for you as ſhe hath done. We are aſſur'd that Heaven will ever bleſſe Your ſtores, who doe her injuries redreſſe, Thetis and Thames, their ſervices ſhall ſhow To you, as long as they doe ebb and flow. Thus with our humble dutious bending downe, Long may this Citie flouriſh with renowne. Almoſt 500 daies, beheld have I The Triumphs of Great Londons Mayoralty, And ſure old Time, with Joy doth truely ſay, He n're was better pleaſ'd than at this day; Not that I thinke a temporizing Lord, Or Pleaſer of the Time ſhall weild the ſword, But as your Honourable Predeceſſors Have mended Time, by puniſhing Trangreſſors; So Time hopes that th'addition of your yeare, Will make him more Illuſtrate, pure and cleare. For of all fading things 'tis manifeſt, As Time is uſ'd, hee's either worſt or beſt. All thoſe that rightly have their Honours won: Have uſ'd Time well, (as you my Lord have done.) This Honour was ordaind you, from your youth You ever lov'd my lovelieſt daughter TRVTH, And ſhe hath rais'd you; and ſhe did prefer You to this dignity to Maintaine her.