Coelum Britannicum (The British Heaven) · chunk 15 of 15
Carew, Thomas · published 1634 · first performed or written 1634 [Feb 18] (Annals) masque · before the Court unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
1.2.3. But shall not we, now thou art gone Who wert our Nature, wither, Or break that triple Union Which thy soul held together? In Concord's purse immortal spring I will my force renew, And a more active Virtue bring At my return. Adieu. WHilst thus the darlings of the Gods From honour's Temple, to the Shrine Of Beauty, and these sweet abodes Of Love, we guide, let thy Divine Aspects (Bright Deity) with fair And, Halcyon beams, becalm the Air. We bring Prince Arthur, or the brave St. George himself (great Queen) to you, You'll soon discern him; and we have A Guy, a Beavis, or some true Round-Table Knight, as ever fought For Lady, to each Beauty brought. Plant in their Martial hands, War's seat, Your peace full pledges of warm snow, And, if a speaking touch, repeat In Loves known language, tales of woe; Say, in soft whispers of the Palm, As Eyes shoot darts, so Lips shed Balm. For though you seem like Captives, lid In triumph by the Foe away, Yet on the Conquerors neck you tread, And the fierce Victor proves your prey. What heart is then secure from you, That can, though vanquished, yet subdue? BE fixed you rapid Orbs, that bear The changing seasons of the year On your swift wings, and see the old Decrepit Sphere grown dark and cold; Nor did Iove quench her fires, these bright Flames, have eclipsed her sullen light: This Royal Pair, for whom Fate will Make Motion cease, and Time stand still; Since Good is here so perfect, as no Worth Is left for After-Ages to bring forth. Mortality cannot with more Religious zeal, the gods adore. My Truths, from human eyes concealed, Are naked to their sight revealed. Nor do their Actions, from the guide Of my exactest precepts slide. And as their own pure Souls entwined, So are their subjects' hearts combined. So just, so gentle is their sway, As it seems Empire to obey. And their fair Fame, like incense hurled On Altars, hath pefumed the world. Wisdom. Truth. Pure Adoration. Concord. Rule. Clear Reputation, Crown this King, this Queen, this Nation. Wisdom, Truth, &c. Brave Spirits, whose adventurous feet Have to the mountain's top aspired, Where fair Desert, and Honour meet, Here, from the toiling Press retired, Secure from all disturbing Evil, For ever in my Temple revel. With wreathes of Stars circled about, Guild all the spacious Firmament, And smiling on the panting Routs That labour in the steep ascent, With your resistless influence guide Of human change th' incertain tide But oh you Royal Turtles, shed, When you from Earth remove, On the ripe fruits of your chaste bed, Those sacred seeds of Love. Which no Power can but yours dispense, Since you the pattern bear from hence. Then from your fruitful race shall flow Endless Succession, Sceptres shall bud, and Laurels blow 'Bout their Immortal Throne. Propitious Stars shall crown each birth, Whilst you rule them, and they the Earth.
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1.2.3. But ſhall not wee, now thou art gone Who wert our Nature, wither, Or breake that triple Vnion Which thy ſoule held together? In Concords purce immortall ſpring I will my force renew, And a more active Vertue bring At my returne. Adieu. VVHilst thus the darlings of the Gods From Honours Temple, to the Shrine Of Beauty, and theſe ſweet abodes Of Loue, we guide, let thy Divine Aspects (Bright Deity) with faire And, Halcyon beames, becalme the Ayre. We bring Prinoe Arthur, or the brave St. George himſelfe (great Queene) to you, You'll ſoone diſcerne him; and we have A Guy, a Beavis, or ſome true Round-Table Knight, as ever fought For Lady, to each Beauty brought. Plant in their Martiall hands, Warr's ſeat, Your peace full pledges of warme ſnow, And, if a ſpeaking touch, repeat In Loves knowne langvage, tales of woe; Say, in ſoft whispers of the Palme, As Eyes ſhoot darts, ſo Lips ſhed Balme. For though you ſeeme like Captives, lid In triumph by the Foe away, Yet on the Conqu'rers nocke you tread, And the fierce Victor proves your prey. What heart is then ſecure from you, That can, though vanquiſh'd, yet ſubdue? BE fix'd you rapid Orbes, that beare The changing ſeaſons of the yeare On your ſwife wings, and ſee the old Decrepit Spheare growne darke and cold; Nor did Iove quench her fires, theſe bright Flames, have ecclips d her fullen light: This Royall Payre, for whom Fate will Make Motion ceaſe, and Time ſtand ſtill; Since Good is here ſo perfect, as no Worth Is left for After-Ages to bring forth. Mortality cannot with more Religious zeale, the gods adore. My Truths, from human eyes conceal'd, Are naked to their ſight reveal'd. Nor doe their Actions, from the guide Of my exactest precepts ſlide. And as their owne pure Soules entwin'd, So are their Subjects hearts combin'd. So just, ſo gentle is their ſway, As it ſeemes Empire to obay. And their faire Fame, like incenſe hurl'd On Altars, hath pefum'd the world. Wiſdome. Truth. Pure Adoration. Concord. Rule. Cleare Reputation, Crowne this King, this Queene, this Nation. Wiſdome, Truth, &c. Brave Spirits, whoſe adventrous feet Have to the Mountaines top aſpir'd, Where faire Deſert, and Honour meet, Here, from the toyling Preſſe retir'd, Secure from all disturbing Evill, For ever in my Temple revell. With wreathes of Starres circled about, Guild all the ſpacious Firmament, And ſmiling on the panting Routs That labour in the ſteepe aſcent, With your reſistleſſe influence guide Of human change th' incertaine tide But oh you Royall Turtles, ſhed, When you from Earth remove, On the ripe fruits of your chaſte bed, Thoſe ſacred ſeeds of Love. Which no Power can but yours dispence, Since you the patterne beare from hence. Then from your fruitfull race ſhall flow Endleſſe Succeſſion, Scepters ſhall bud, and Lawrels blow 'Bout their Immortall Throne. Propitious Starres ſhall crowne each birth, Whilst you rule them, and they the Earth.