Coelum Britannicum (The British Heaven) · chunk 1 of 15
Carew, Thomas · published 1640 · first performed or written 1634 [Feb 18] (Annals) masque · before the Court T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and typicality 0.79 · 563 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
FRom the high Senate of the gods, to You Bright glorious Twins of Love and Majesty, Before whole Throne three warlike Nations bend Their willing knees, on whose Imperial brows▪ The Regal Circle prints no awful frowns To fright your Subjects, but whose calmer eyes Shed joy and safety on their melting hearts That flow with cheerful loyal reverence. Come my Cyllenius, Ioves Ambassador: Not, as of gold, to whisper amorous tales Of wanton love, into the glowing ear Of some choice beauty in this numerons trains Those days are fled, the rebel slameis quenched In heavenly breasts, the gods have sworn by Styx, Never to tempt yielding mortality To loose embraces Your exemplar life Hath not alone transfused a zealous heat Of imitation through your virtuous Court, By whose bright blaze your Palace is become The envied pattern of this under-world, But the aspiring flame hath kindled heaven; Th' immortal bosoms butne with emulous fires, Iove rivals your great virtues, Royal Sir, And Iuno, Madam, your attractive graces▪ He his wild lusts, her raging jealousies She lays aside, and through th' Olympic hall, As yours doth here, their great Example spreads, And though of old, when youthful blood conspired With his new Empire, prone to heats of lust, He actedincests, rapes, adulteries On earthly beauties, which his raging Queen, Swollen with revengeful fury, turned to beasts, And in despite he transformed to Stars, Till he had filled the crowded Firmament With his loose Strumpets, and their sputious race, Where the eternal records of his shame Shine to the world in flaming Characters; When in the Crystal mirror of your reign He viewed himself, he found his loathsome stains; And now, to expiate the infectious guilt Of those detested luxuries, he'll chase Th' infamous lights from their usurped Shears, And drown in the Lethaes an flood, their cursed Both names and memories. In whose vacant rooms First you succeed, and of the wheeling Orb In the most eminent and conspicuous point, With dazzling beams, and spreading magnitude, Shine the bright Polestar of this Hemisphere, Next, by your side, in a triumphant Chair, And crowned with Ariadne's Diadem, Sits the fair Consort of your heart, and Throne; Diffused about you, with that share of light As they of virtue have derived from you, he'll fix this Noble train, of either sex; So to the British stars this lower Globe Shall owe its light, and they alone dispense To ' th' world a pure refined influence. BY your leave, Mortals. Gooden Cousin Hermes, your pardon good my Lord Ambassador: I found the tables of your Arms and Titles, in every Inn betwixt this and Olympus, where your present expedition is registered, your nine thousandth nine hundred ninety ninth Legation. I cannot reach the policy why your Master breeds so few Statesmen, it suits not with his dignity that in the whole Empyraeum there should not be a god fit to send on these honourable errands but yourself, who are not yet so careful of his honour as your own, as might become your quality, when you are itinerant: the Hosts upon the highway cry out with open mouth upon you for supporting pilfery in your train; which, though as you are the god of petty Larceny, you might protect, yet you know it is directly against the new orders, and opposes the Reformation in Diameter.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 0–57 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 1 of 15 in this edition
Length
563 words · 743 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T12 — Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and Marscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.792 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T28 · seed 44: T22 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
FRom the high Senate of the gods, to You Bright glorious Twins of Love and Majesty, Before whole Throne three watke Nations bend Their willing knees, on whose Imperiall browes▪ The Regall Circle prints no awfull frownes To fright your Subjects, but whose calmer eyes Shed joy and safety on their melting hearts That flow with cheerefull loyall reverence. Come my Cyllenius, Ioves Ambassadour: Not, as of gold, to whisper amorous tales Of wanton love, into the glowing eare Of some choyce beauty in this numerons traines Those dayes are fled, the rebell slameis quench'd In heavenly brests, the gods have sworne by Styx▪ Never to tempt yeelding mortality To loose embraces Your exemplar life Hath not alone transfus'd a zealous heat Of imitation through your vertuous Court, By whose bright blaze your Pallace is become The vy'd patterne of this under-world, But the aspiring flame hath kindled heaven; Th' immortall bosomes butne with emulous fires, Iove rivals your great vertues, Royall Sir, And Iuno, Madam, your attractive graces▪ He his wild lusts, her raging jealousies She layes aside, and through th' Olympique hall, As yours doth here, their great Example spreads, And though of old, when youthfull blood conspi'd With his new Empire, prone to heats of lust, He actedincests, rapes, adulteries On earthly beauties, which his raging Queene, Swolne with revengefull fury, turn'd to beasts, And in despight he transform'd to Stars, Till he had fill'd the crowded Firmament With his loose Strumpets, and their sputious race, Where the eternall records of his shame Shine to the world in flaming Characters; When in the Chrystall myrrour of your reigne He view'd himselfe, he found his loathsome staines; And now, to expiate the infectious guilt Of those detested luxuries, hee'll chace Th' infamous lights from their usurped Sheare, And drowne in the Lethae an flood, their curs'd Both names and memories. In whose vacant rooms First you succeed, and of the wheeling Orbe In the most eminent and conspicuous point, With dazeling beames, and spreading magnitude, Shine the bright Pole-starre of this Hemispheare, Next, by your side, in a triumphant Chaire, And crown'd with Ariadnes Diadem, Sits the faire Consort of your heart, and Throne; Diffus'd about you, with that share of light As they of vertue have deriv'd from you, Hee'll fix this Noble traine, of either sexe; So to the Brittish stars this lower Globe Shall owe its light, and they alone dispence To' th world a pure refined influence. BY your leave, Mortals. Gooden Cozen Hermes, your pardon good my Lord Ambassadour: I found the tables of your Armes and Titles, in every Inne betwixt this and Olympus, where your present expedition is registred, your nine thousandth nine hundred ninety ninth Legation. I cannot reach the policy why your Master breeds so few States-men, it suits not with his dignity that in the whole Empyraeum there should not bee a god fit to send on these honourable errands but your selfe, who are not yet so carefull of his honour as your owne, as might become your quality, when you are itinerant: the Hosts upon the high-way cry out with open mouth upon you for supporting pilfery in your traine; which, though as you are the god of petty Larcinry, you might protect, yet you know it is directly against the new orders, and opposes the Reformation in Diameter.