Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) pastoral; romance · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T25 Kings, power and law: political sententi · 513 words
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SIr yet be gracious and hear them pray That beg not for their own, but for your safety And honour of your state which eclipse In your long dark and melancholy life, We want you at the helm. Our duties bind us tell you 'tis unnatural To bury yourself alive, the people call For their own King to govern, they'll forget To pray for you if you continue thus A stranger to 'em Or if not for them Which every good king makes his care as being A steward to provide them all earthly blessings, Yet for the other part of you, our Mistress That sleeps within your bosom, and not made For such a conversation, return And warm your thoughts again, about which all Your servants like so many pictures gaze At one another, but want motion, and take up Room i'th' Chambers of your Court, like Arras Have a compassion to our daughter's sir Kill not your hopes in their restraint What cage Can please the birds Created for sky freedom? How can you see your eldest child Pamela Spend her best part of time with such a rude And ignorant hind as the unbred Dametas? A Lady of a high and active soul, No more Our duties bids us tell you this. Hast thou forgotten Philonax, or made a better gloss upon the Oracle? Should we remain in Court and let our daughters Be in the sight of the admiring world Read that paper, and be not partial Philonax Thy eldest Care shall from thy careful face By princely mean be stolen and yet not lost The younger shall with nature's bliss embrace An uncouth love, which nature hateth most Both these themselves unto two such shall wed That at a Beer, as at a bar shall plead Why i'll thee a living man they have made dead, In thine own seat a foreign state shall sit And ere that all these blows thy head shall sit Thou with thy wife adultery shall commit. Canst blame me now? I should rejoice to see My daughter's happy mothers, but since their Fate must be ripened with my blood, their pride Rooted in my grave, and that untimely, 'tis Wisdom to keep 'em virgins. I me resolved Your queen and Ladies Vanish all discontent, Madam this place Is empty of all royal entertainment Your worth may Challenge, but since fate allows not A Courtly life which best may answer your High birth spirit, let your virtue guide you To accept of what we tender, This my Lord Exceeds all merit here, it was the bliss I aimed at to be acquainted with your goodness I am your humble servant Such a title Would rather become me, call me so Lady And style me above Kings, while I write yours If your grace Could call him from this life you'd melt the hearts Of your subjects into prayers for you I thank your care but he's inexorable Alas dear princess can you brook these grove: Has not a palace something more of pleasure?
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SIr yet be gracious and heare them pray That beg not for their owne, but for your safety And honor of your state which eclipse In your long darke and melancholly life, We want you at the helme. Our duties bind us tell you tis unnaturall To bury your selfe alive, the people call For their owne King to governe, the'ile forget To pray for you if you continue thus A stranger to em Or if not for them Which every good king makes his care as being A steward to provide them all earthly blessings, Yet for the other part of you, our Mistris That sleepes within your boosome, and not made For such a conversation, returne And warme your thoughts agen, about which all Your servants like so many pictures gaze At one another, but want motion, and take up Roome ith Chambers of your Court, like Arras Have a compassion to our daughters sir Kill not your hopes in their restraint What cage Can please the birds Created for skie freedome? How can you see your eldest child Pamel Spend her best part of time with such a rude And ignorant hinde as the unbred Dametas? A Lady of a high and active soule, No more Our duties bids us tell you this. Hast thou forgotten Philonax, or made a better glosse upon the Oracle? Should we remaine in Court and let our daughters Be in the sight of the admiring world Reade that paper, and be not partiall Philonax Thy eldest Care shall from thy carefull face By princely meane be stolne and yet not lost The younger shall with natures blisse embrace An uncoch love, which nature hateth most Both these themselves unto two such shall wed That at a Beere, as at a barre shall plead Why ile thee a living man they have made dead, In thine owne seate a forralgne state shall sit And ere that all these blowes thy head shall sit Thou with thy wife adultery shall commit. Canst blame me now? I should reioyce to see My daughters happy mothers, but since their Fate must be ripened with my blood, their pride Rooted in my grave, and that untimely, tis Wisdome to keepe 'em vrigins. I me resolu'd Your queene and Ladies Vanish all discontent, Madam this place Is emptie of all royall entertainement Your worth may Challenge, but since fate allowes not A Courtly life which best may answer your High birth spirit, let your vertue guide you To accept of what we tender, This my Lord Exceeds all merrit heere, it was the blisse I aimd at to be acquainted with your goodnesse I am your humble servant Such a title Would rather become me, call me so Lady And stile me above Kings, while I write yours If your grace Could call him from this life you'd melt the hearts Of your subjects into prayers for you I thanke your care but hees mexorable Alas deere princesse can you brooke these grove: Has not a pallace something more of pleasure?