Gascoigne, George / Kinwelmershe, Francis / Yelverton, ChristopherEuripides / Dolce, Lodovico · published 1575 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 494 words · other edition — not in the analysis
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 every where abound. Thou only thou, through thy celestial might, Didst first of all, the heavenly pole divide From th'old confused heap that Chaos height: Thou mad'st 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 every where, 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 every where, 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 rain. But if thou fail, than all things gone to wrack, The mother then, doth dread her natural child, Then every town is subject to the sack, Then spotless maids, the virgins be defiled, Then rigour rules, than reason is exiled: And this, thou woeful Thebes, to our great pain, With present spoil, art likely to sustain. Me think I hear the wailful weeping cries Of wretched dames, in every coast resound, Me thinks I see, how up to heavenly skies From battered walls, the thundering claps rebound, Me think I hear, how all things go to ground, Me think I see, how soldiers wounded lie With gasping breath, and yet they can not die. By means whereof, o 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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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
O Bliſful 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 ſuch noble vertue bydes, As may commaund the mightieſt Gods to bend, From thée alone ſuch ſugred frendſhip ſlydes 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 al, the heauenly pole deuide From th'olde confuſed heape that Chaos hight: Thou madſte the Sunne, the Moone, and ſtarres to glide, With ordred courſe about this world ſo wide: Thou haſt ordainde Dan Tytans ſhining light, By dawne of day to chaſe the darkeſome night. When tract of time returnes the luſtie Ver. 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 birds melodiouſly do ſing, Thou doſt appoint, the crop of ſommers ſéede For mans reliefe, to ſerue the winters néede. Thou doeſt inſpire the heartes of princely péeres By prouidence, procéeding from aboue, In flowring youth to chooſe their worthie féeres, With whome 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, doſte thou his ſtocke renue. By thée, the baſeſt thing aduaunced is, Thou euerie where, doſt graffe ſuch 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 raine. But if thou faile, then al things gone to wracke, The mother then, doth dread hir naturall childe, Then euery towne is ſubiect to the ſacke, Then ſpotleſſe maids, the 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 battred 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.