Randolph, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1630 [licensed for stage, Nov 25] (Annals) moral · King's Revels Company unassigned nearest T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
'Twas the shadow Sir of yourself. Trust me a mere reflection. I will trust thee. What Glass is that? A trick to fright the Idiot Out of his wits, a glass so full of dread Rendering unto the eye such horrid spectacles As would amaze even you. Sir I do think Your optic nerves would shrink in the beholding▪ This if your eye endure, I will confess you The Prince of Eagles. Look to it eyes, if ye refuse this sight, My nails shall damn you to eternal night. Seeing no hope of gain, I pack them hence, 'Tis gold gives flattery all her Eloquence. Temperance is the mediocrity of enjoying pleasures, when they are present, and a moderate desire of them being absent; And these are the extremes of that virtue. Acolastus a voluptuous Epicure, that out of an immoderate, and untamed desire seeks after all pleasures promiscuously, without respect of honest or lawful. The other Anaisthetus a mere Anchorite that delights in nothing, not in those legitimate recreations allowed of by God and nature. O now for an eternity of eating! Fool was he that wished but a crane's short neck. Give me one, nature, long as is a Cable, Or sounding line, and all the way a palate To ●…ast my meat the longer. I would have My senses feast together, Nature envied us In giving single pleasures; let me have My ears, eyes, palate, nose, and touch, at once Enjoy their happiness; lay me in a bed Made of a summer's cloud; to my embraces Give me a Venus hardly yet fifteen, Fresh, plump, and active; she that Mars enjoyed Is grown too stale: And then at the same instant My Touch is pleased, I would delight my sight With Pictures of Diana, and her Nymphs, Naked, and bathing drawn by some Apelles; By them some of our fairest Virgins stand; That I may see whether 'tis Art or nature Which heightens most my blood and appetite. Nor cease I here. Give me the seven Orbs To charm my ears with their celestial lutes, To which the Angels that do move those spheres Shall sing some amorous ditty; nor yet here Fix I my bounds; The sun himself shall fire The Phoenix nest to make me a perfume, While I do eat the Bird, and eternally Quaff of eternal Nectar. These single, are But torments, but together; O together! Each is a Paradise. Having got such objects To please the senses, give me senses too Fit to receive those objects: Give me therefore An Eagles eye, a bloodhounds curious smell, A stags quick hearing, let my feeling be As subtle as the spiders, and my taste Sharp as a Squirrels. Then I'll read the Alcoran, And what delights that promises in future I'll practise in the present. Heathenish Glutton! Base belly-God, licentious Libertine!
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'Twas the shadow Sir of your selfe. Trust me a meere reflection. I will trust thee. What Glasse is that? A trick to fright the Idiot Out of his wits, a glasse so full of dread Rendring unto the eye such horrid spectacles As would amaze even you. Sir I doe think Your optick nerves would shrink in the beholding▪ This if your eye endure, I will confesse you The Prince of Eagles. Look to it eyes, if yee refuse this sight, My nayles shall damne you to eternall night. Seing no hope of gain, I pack them hence, 'Tis gold gives flattery all her Eloquence. Temperance is the mediocrity of inioying pleasures, when they are present, and a moderate desire of them being absent; And these are the extreames of that vertue. Acolastus a voluptuous Epicure, that out of an immoderate, and untam'd desire seekes after all pleasures promiscuously, without respect of honest or lawfull. The other Anaisthetus a meere Anchorite that delights in nothing, not in those legitimate recreations allow'd of by God and nature. O now for an eternity of eating! Foole was he that wish'd but a cranes short neck. Give me one, nature, long as is a Cable, Or sounding line, and all the way a palate To ast my meate the longer. I would have My senses feast together, Nature envied us In giving single pleasures; let me have My eares, eyes, palate, nose, and touch, at once Injoy their happinesse; lay me in a bed Made of a summers cloud; to my embraces Give me a Venus hardly yet fifteene, Fresh, plump, and active; she that Mars enjoy'd Is grown too stale: And then at the same instant My Touch is pleas'd, I would delight my sight With Pictures of Diana, and her Nymphs, Naked, and bathing drawn by some Apelles; By them some of our fairest Virgins stand; That I may see whether 'tis Art or nature Which heightens most my blood and appetite. Nor cease I here. Give me the seven Orbes To charme my eares with their coelestiall lutes, To which the Angells that doe move those spheares Shall sing some amorous ditty; nor yet here Fixe I my bounds; The sunne himselfe shall fire The Phoenix nest to make me a perfume, While I doe eate the Bird, and eternally Quaffe of eternall Nectar. These single, are But torments, but together; O together! Each is a Paradice. Having got such objects To please the senses, give me senses too Fit to receive those objects: Give me therefore An Eagles eye, a blood-hounds curious smell, A staggs quick hearing, let my feeling be As subtle as the spiders, and my tast Sharpe as a Squirrils. Then I'le reade the Alcoran, And what delights that promises in future I'le practise in the present. Heathenish Glutton! Base belly-God, licentious Libertine!