Gascoigne, George / Kinwelmershe, Francis / Yelverton, ChristopherEuripides / Dolce, Lodovico · published 1573 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
O Blissful concord, bred in sacred breast Of him that guides the restless rolling sky, That to the earth for man's assured rest From height of heavens vouchsafest down to fly, In thee alone the mighty power doth lie, With sweet accord to keep the frowning stars And every planet else from hurtful wars. In thee, in thee such noble virtue bides, As may command the mightiest Gods to bend, From thee alone such sugared friendship slides As mortal wights can scarcely comprehend, To greatest strife thou setst delightful end. O holy peace, by thee are only found The passing joys that everywhere abound. Thou only thou, through thy celestial might, Didst first of all the heavenly pole divide, From th'old confused heap that Chao height: Thou madest the Sun, the Moon, and stars to glide, With ordered course about this world so wide: Thou hast ordained Dan Titan's shining light, By dawn of day to chase the darksome night. When tract of time returns the lusty Ver, By thee alone, the buds and blossoms spring, The fields with flowers be garnished everywhere, The blooming trees, abundant fruit do bring, The cheerful birds melodiously do sing, Thou dost appoint, the crop of summers seed For man's relief, to serve the winter's need. Thou dost inspire the hearts of princely peers By providence, proceeding from above, In flowering youth to choose their worthy fears, With whom they live in league of lasting love, Till fearful death doth flitting life remove: And look how fast, to death man pays his due, So fast again, dost thou his stock renew. By thee, the basest thing advanced is, Thou everywhere, dost graff such golden peace, As filleth man, with more than earthly bliss, The earth by thee, doth yield her sweet increase At beck of thee, all bloody discords cease, And mightiest Realms in quiet do remain, Whereas thy hand, doth hold the royal reign. But if thou fail, than all things gone to wrack, The mother then, doth dread her natural child, Than every town is subject to the sack, Then spotless maids, than virgins be defiled, Then rigor rules, than reason is exiled: And this, thou woeful Thebes, to our great pain, With present spoil, art likely to sustain. methink I hear the wailful weeping cries Of wretched dames, in every coast resound, methinks I see, how up to heavenly skies From battered walls, the thundering claps rebound methink I hear, how all things go to ground, methink I see, how soldiers wounded lie With gasping breath, and yet they can not die. By means whereof, oh sweet Meneceus he, That gives for country's cause his guiltless life, Of others all, most happy shall he be: His ghost shall flit, from broils of bloody strife, To heavenly bliss, where pleasing joys be rife: And would to God, that this his fatal end From further plagues, our city might defend.
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O Blissfull concord, bredde in sacred brest Of him that guides the restlesse rolling sky, That to the earth for mans assured rest From heigth of heauens vouchsafest downe to flie, In thée alone the mightie power doth lie, With swete accorde to kepe the frouning starres And euery planet else from hurtfull warres. In thée, in thée suche noble vertue bydes, As may commaund the mightiest Gods to bend, From thée alone such sugred frendship flydes As mortall wightes can scarcely comprehend, To greatest strife thou setst delightfull ende▪ O holy peace, by thée are onely founde The passing ioyes that euery where abound. Thou onely thou, through thy celestiall might, Didst first of all the heauenly pole deuide, From th'olde confused heape that Chao hight: Thou adest the Sunne, the Moone, and starres to glide, With ordred course about this world so wide: Thou hast ordainde Dan Tytans shining ight, By dawne of day to chase the darkesome night. When tract of time returnes the lustie Uer, By thée alone, the buddes and blossomes spring, The fieldes with floures be garnisht euery where, The blooming trées, aboundant fruite do bring, The cherefull birdes melodiously do sing, Thou dost appoint, the crop of sommers séede For mans reliefe, to serue the winters néede. Thou dost inspire the hearts of princely péeres By prouidence, procéeding from aboue, In flowring youth to choose their worthie féeres, With whom they liue in league of lasting loue, Till fearefull death doth flitting life remoue: And loke how fast, to death man payes his due, So fast againe, dost thou his stocke renue. By thée, the basest thing aduaunced is, Thou euerie where, dost graffe suche golden peace, As filleth man, with more than earthly blisse, The earth by thée, doth yelde hir swete increase At becke of thée, all bloudy discords cease, And mightiest Realmes in quiet do remaine, Wheras thy hand, doth holde the royall raigne. But if thou faile, then all things gone to wracke, The mother the, doth dread hir naturall childe, Then euery towne is subiect to the sacke, Then spotlesse maids, then virgins be defilde, Then rigor rules, then reason is exilde: And this, thou wofull Thebes, to our great paine, With present spoile, art likely to sustaine. Me thinke I heare the wailfull wéeping cries Of wretched dames, in euerie coast resound, Me thinkes I sée, how vp to heauenly skies From battered walls, the thundring clappes rebound Me thinke I heare, how all things go to ground, Me thinke I sée, how souldiers wounded lye With gasping breath, and yet they can not dye. By meanes wherof, oh swete Meneceus he, That giues for countries cause his guiltlesse life, Of others all, most happy shall he be: His ghost shall flit, from broiles of bloudy strife, To heauenly blisse, where pleasing ioyes be rife: And would to God, that this his fatall ende From further plagues, our citie might defend.