Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Proteus' of all the Marine gods the prime, And held the noblest both for Birth and Time: From him who with his Trident sways the main, And ploughs the waves in curls, or makes them plain: Neptune, both Lord of Ebb, and Inundation, I come to greet your great Inauguration. They call me Versipellis, and 'tis true, No figure, for me, no shape to me is new; For I appear what Creature I desire, Sometimes a Bull, a Serpent, sometimes Fire: The first denotes my strength; strong must he be, And powerful, who aspire to your Degree. You must be wise as Serpents, to decide Such doubts as Error or Misprision hide. And next, like Fire, (of th'Elements most pure) Whose nature can no sordid stuff endure, As in Calcining Metals we behold, It sunders and divides the dross from Gold, And such are the Decorements that still wait Upon so grave, so great a Magistrate. This Tortoise, double-natured, doth imply (By the two Elements of moist and dry) So much as gives the world to understand, Your noble Trading both by Sea and Land. Of Porpoises the vast Herds Proteus keeps, And I am styled the Prophet of the Deeps, Sent to predict good Omen: May that Fleet Which makes th' East Indies with our England meet, Prosper to all your hearts desires: Their sails Be to and fro swelled with auspicious gales: May You (who of this City now take charge) With all the Scarlet Senate in your Barge, The Fame thereof so heighten, future Story Above all other States may crown her glory. To hinder what's more weighty, I am loath, Pass therefore freely on, to take your Oath. BY what rare frame, or in what curious Vorse Can the rich profits of your Trade's commerce Be to the full expressed? which to explain, Lies not in Poet's Pen, or Artists brain. What Beast, or Bird, for Hide, or Feather rare, (For man's use made, can with the Sheep compare? The Horse of strength or swiftness may be proud, But yet his flesh is not for food allowed. The Herds yield Milk and Meat (commodious both) Yet none of all their skins make Wool for Cloth. The Sheep doth all: The Parrot and the Jay, The Peacock, Ostrich, all in colours gay, Delight the Eye, some with their Notes, the Ear, But what are these unto the Cloth we wear? Search Forests, Deserts for Beasts wild or tame, The Mountains or the Vales, search the vast frame Of the wide Universe, the Earth, and Sky, Nor Beast nor Bird can with the Sheep comply: No Creature under Heaven, be't small or great, But some way useful, one affords us meat, Another Ornament: She more than this, Of Patience, and of Profit th' emblem is, In former Ages by the Heroes sought: After, from Greece into Hesperia brought: She's clothed in plenteous riches, and being shorn, Her Fleece an Order, and by Emperors worn, All these are known, yet further understand, In twelve divide the profits of this Land, As Hides, Tin, Lead; or what else you can name, Ten of those twelve the Fleece may justly claim: Then how can that amongst the rest be missed, By which all States, all Common Weals subsist? Great honour then belongs unto this trade, And you, great Lord, for whom this triumph's made.
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PRoteus of all the Marine gods the prime, And held the noblest both for Birth and Time: From him who with his Trident swayes the Maine, And ploughs the waves in curles, or makes them plaine: Neptune, both Lord of Ebbe, and Inundation▪ I come to greete your great Inauguration. They call me Versi-pellis, and 'tis true, No figure, for me, no shape to me is new; For I appeare what Creature I desire, Sometimes a Bull, a Serpent, sometimes Fire: " The first denotes my strength; strong must he be, " And powerfull, who aspire to your Degree. " You must be wise as Serpents, to decide " Such doubts as Errour or Misprision hide. " And next, like Fire, (of th'Elements most pure) " Whose nature can no sordid stuffe endure, " As in Calcining Metalls we behold, " It sunders and divides the drosse from Gold, And such are the Decorements that still waite Vpon so grave, so great a Magistrate. This Tortois, double-natur'd, doth imply (By the two Elements of moist and dry) So much as gives the world to understand, Your noble Trading both by Sea and Land. Of Porposes the vast Heards Proteus keepes, And I am styl'd the Prophet of the Deepes, Sent to praedict good Omen: May that Fleete Which makes th'East Indies with our England meete, Prosper to all your hearts desires: Their sayles Be to and fro swell'd with auspicious gales: May You (who of this City now take charge) With all the Scarlet Senate in your Barge, The Fame thereof so heighten, future Story Above all other States may crowne her glory. To hinder what's more weighty, I am loath, Passe therefore freely on, to take your Oath. BY what rare frame, or in what curious Vorse Can the rich profits of your Trades commerce Be to the full exprest? which to explaine, Lyes not in Poets Pen, or Artists braine. What Beast, or Bird, for Hyde, or Feather rare, (For mans use made, can with the Sheepe compare? The Horse of strength or swiftnesse may be proud, But yet his flesh is not for food allow'd. The Heards yeeld Milke and Meate (commodious both) Yet none of all their skins make Wooll for Cloth. The Sheepe doth all: The Parrot and the Jay, The Peacock, Estridge, all in colours gay, Delight the Eye, some with their Notes, the Eare, But what are these unto the Cloth we weare? Search Forrests, Desarts for Beasts wilde or tame, The Mountaines or the Vales, search the vast frame Of the wide Universe, the Earth, and Skie, Nor Beast nor Bird can with the Sheepe comply: No Creature under Heaven, bee't small or great, But some way usefull, one affords us meate, Another Ornament: Shee more than this, " Of Patience, and of Profit th'embleme is, In former Ages by the Heroes sought: After, from Greece into Hesperia brought: She's cloath'd in plenteous riches, and being shorne, " Her Fleece an Order, and by Emperours worne, All these are knowne, yet further understand, In twelve divide the profits of this Land, As Hydes, Tinne, Lead; or what else you can name, Tenne of those twelve the Fleece may justly claime: Then how can that amongst the rest be mist, By which all States, all Common Weales subsist? Great honour then belongs unto this trade, And you, great Lord, for whom this triumph's made.