Nabbes, Thomas · published 1637 · first performed or written 1637 (Annals) masque · King's Revels Company (?) · Salisbury Court unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 520 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Thou art indicted by the name of Physander Lord of Microcosmus, for that being wedded to the fair and chaste Bellanima, daughter and heir of immortal Love, thou hast unjustly forsaken her, and been guilty of incontinence with a common whore, Sensuality. 'Tis not denied, nor needs it other witness; I bear it in my Conscience. Yet reverend judge, Sorrow for ills past doth restore frail man To his first innocence. What mine hath been, My earth bed wet with nightly tears can witness, And sighs, have made the trembling air retire, Unwilling to be lodged in a sad breast Already filled with zeal. If a perseverance Sprung from a constant resolution, And joined unto this sorrow may prevail To th' expiation of my former guilt, I hope forgiveness. But despair me thinks Should fright that hope with apprehension Of what eternal justice will inflict: And fear of deserved punishment should make thee Tremble with horror. 'Tis not so false orator, Necessity may be a powerful strengthening Of humane frailty: and as it acut's Sloth often into Diligence, Despair May be Hope's cause. The temple-robber to appease Th' offended god head to the Altar flies; Nor shames to beg his pardon with drowned eyes. Let thy resolves be firm. As fates decrees Enrolled in steel. Nor will I be secure In any confidence of mine own strength: For such security is oft the mother Of negligence, and that th'occasion Of unremedied ruin. From instructions Found here, we will consult our after-safetyes. And in all courses of my following life, I will be guided by my heavenly wife. I'll then pronounce ye happy. Man's a ship Laden with riches. Tempest's rage, and hell Sends pirates out to rob him; heavens eye guards him; His soul's the pilot, who through various seas Of time and fortune brings him to the port Of endless quiet. Now dismiss the court. My malice burst me. I have toiled in vain: And mine own torment is my only gain. e with thee to that place where horrors fright The guilty conscience with eternal night. Now freely pass unto the blessed abodes, Where those heroes that do merit it In life, are crowned with glory, and enjoy Pleasures beyond all comprehension. All le's are now removed; hell's malice falls Beneath our conquest, and Love's palace gates Ope'to receive our triumph. Welcome, welcome happy pair To those abodes, where spicy air Breathes perfumes, and every sense Doth find his objects excellence· Where's no heat, nor cold extreme; No winter's ice, nor summer's scorching beam. Where's no sun, yet never night. Day always springing from eternal light. All mortal sufferings laid aside Here in endless bliss abide. Welcome to Love my now loved heir, Elysium's thine; ascend my chair. For following Sensuality I thought to disinherit thee. But being new reformed in life, And reunited to thy wife, Mine only daughter, fate allows That Love with stars should crown your brows. join ye that were his guides to this: Thus I enthrone ye both. Now kiss, Whilst you in active measures move, Led on to endless joys by Love.
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Thou ar inicted y the name of Physander Lord of Microcosmus, for that being wedded to the faire and chast Belama, daughter and heire of immortall Love, thou hast uustly forsaken her, and been guilty of incontinence with a common whore, Sensuality. 'Tis not deny'd, no needs it other witnesse; I beare it in my Conscience. Yet reverend judge, Sorrow for ills past doth restore frayle man To his first innocence. What mine hath beene, My earth bed wet with nightly teares can witnesse, And sighes, have made the trembling ayre retire, Vnwilling to be lodg'd in a sad brest Already fill'd with zeale. If a perseverance Sprung from a constant resolution, And joynd unto this sorrow may prevayle To th' expiation of my former guilt, I hope forgivenesse. But despaire me thinks Should fright that hope with apprehension Of what eternall justice will inflict: And feare of deserv'd punishment should make thee Tremble with horrour. 'Tis not so false orator, Necessity may be a powerfull strengthening Of humane frailtie: and as it acut's Sloth often into Diligence, Despaire May be Hopes cause. The temple-robber to appease Th' offended god head to the Altar flies; Nor shames to beg his pardon with drown'd eyes. Let thy resolves be firme. As fates decrees Enroll'd in steele. Nor will I be secure In any confidence of mine own strength: For such security is oft the mother Of negligence, and that th'occasion Of unremedied rue. From instructions Found here, we will consult our after-safetyes. And in all courses of my following life, I will be guyded by my heavenly wife. Ile then pronounce ye happy. Man's a ship Laden with riches. Tempests rage, and hell Sends pirates out to rob him; heavens eye guards him; His soule's the pilot, who through various seas Of time and fortune brings him to the port Of endlesse quiet. Now dismisse the court. My malice burst me. I have toyl'd in vaine: And mine own torment is my onely gaine. e with thee to that place where horrors fright The guilty conscience with eternall night. Nw freely passe unto the blest abodes, Where those heroes that do merit it In life, are crown'd with glory, and enjoy Pleasures beyond all comprehension. All lets are now remov'd; hells malice falls Beneath our conquest, and Loves palace gates Ope'to receive our tryumph. Welcome, welcome happy payre To those abodes, where spicie ayre Breaths perfumes, and every sense Doth find his objects excellence· Where's no heate, nor cold extreme; No winters ice, nor summers scorching beame. Where's no sun, yet never night. Day alwayes springing from eternall light. All mortall sufferings layd aside Here in endlesse blisse abide. Welcome to Love my now lov'd heyre, Elysium's thine; ascend my chayre. For following Sensuality I thought to disinherit thee. But being new reform'd in life, And reunited to thy wife, Mine onely daughter, fate allow's That Love with stars should crown your brows. Ioyne ye that were his guides to this: Thus I inthrone ye both. Now kisse, Whil'st you in active measures move, Led on to endlesse joyes by Love.