Gough, J. · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 [1624-1640] (Annals) romance unassigned nearest T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
I have not heard a stranger miracle, This doth proceed from favour of the gods, And their unbounded justice. It should seem so, But still to be tossed on the angry seas Of rigid fortune and ne'er see an end Of our sad miseries, should rather argue Their hate and fierce displeasure, if there be not Some secret and more hidden mystery. We mortals understand not, which restores After our sufferings when all hope is fled, Unto a happier state and peaceful being. Oh sweet, let not the sense of misery, Make you offend the gods thus, but be patient. 'twas a rashly spoken, and I do repent it, My dear Theagines; now I remember A dream I had last night, but had forgotten Till now to tell it you, this was the verse. By virtue of Pantarbe let fear of fire removed be: An easy thing to Persaetis, though else right strange to see. The gods are good to us, for I likewise Am made a Poet by remembering now An answer which last night some spirit gave m Who seemed to say this, Tomorrow shalt thou with the maid escape Arsaces' hand, And soon be brought with her into the Aethiopian land. That Oracle hath but a sad construction, Which thus I dare interpret, Aethiopia Is meant that land that is beneath the ground, That with the maid is meant with Proserpine, And the escaping of Arsaces' band Doth signify the soul and bodies parting. Still how you err! calamity hath made you Forget yourself, and always doubt the worst, Turning all things to a sinister sense, The Oracle is plain, you are the maid The gods do point at, whom I shall convey Out of Arsaces' power into your Land Of Aethiopia, but how this shall be Effected, unto us doth not appear, Yet it is credible the gods can do it; We must leave that unto their secret workings. Now what your verse should mean I cannot guess, Which doth contain so many contrarieties, For Pantarbe, in its true signification, Is taken for all fearful, yet it would not Have you to fear the fire. I do believe This ring preserved us both from force of fire, Wherein is set a precious stone called Pantarbe, And round about some holy letters written; My Fascia, if you do remember well, Did mention such a one among my jewels; And to be brief, I think that stone contains Some heavenly virtue which withstandeth fire. But then, how was't that Aura perished not? She had no Pantarbe to defend her. No But I still held her always in my hand Whereon my ring was. This is probable; But now what other Pantarbe have we left To shun the next day's danger, for Arsace Will not end here, but practise still new mischief. Despair not, but rely upon the promise The gods made you last night. Distressed Aura, What wilt thou do?
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I have not heard a ſtranger miracle, This doth proceed from favour of the god, And their unbounded juſtice. It ſhould ſeeme ſo, But ſtill to be toſt on the angry ſeas Of rigid fortune and ne're ſee an end Of our ſad miſeries, ſhould rather argue Their hate and fierce diſpleaſure, if the be not Some ſecret and more hidden myſtery. We mortals underſtand not, which rſtore u, After our ſufferings when all hope is fled, Unto a happier ſtate and peacefull being. Oh ſweet, let not the ſence of miſery, Make you offend the gods thus, but be patient. Twas a raſhly ſpoken, and I doe repent it, My deare Theagines; now I remember A dreame I had laſt night, but had forgotten Till now to tell it you, thi was the verſe. By vertue of Pantarbe let feare of fire removed be: An eaſie thing to Perſaetis, though elſe right ſtrange to ſee. The gods are good to us, for I likewiſe Am made a Poet by remembring now An anſwer which laſt night ſome ſpirit gave m Who ſeem'd to ſay this, To morrow ſhalt thou with the maid eſcape Arſaces hand, And ſoone be brought with her into the Aethiopian land. That Oracle hath but a ſad conſtrution, Which thus I dare interpret, Aethiopia Is meant that land that is beneath the ground, That with the maid is meant with Proſerpine, And the eſcaping of Arſaces band Doth ſignifie the ſoule and bodies parting. Still how you erre! calamity hath made you Forget your ſelfe, and alwaies doubt the worſt, Turning all things to a ſiniſter ſenſe, The Oracle is plaine, you are the maid The gods do point at, whom I shall convey Out of Arſaces power into your Land Of Aethiopia, but how this ſhall be Effected, unto us doth not appeare, Yet it is credible the gods can doe it; We muſt leave tht unto their ſecret workings. Now what your verſe ſhould meane I cannot gheſſe, Which doth containe ſo many contrarieties, For Pantarbe, in its true ſignification, Is taken for all fearefull, yet it would not Have you to feare the fire. I doe believe This ring preſerv'd us both from force of fire, Wherein is ſet a pretious ſtone calld Pantarbe, And round about ſome holy letters written; My Faſcia, if you doe remember well, Did mention ſuch a one among my jewels; And to be briefe, I thinke that ſtone containes Some heavenly vertue which withſtandeth fire. But then, how was't that Aura periſh'd not? She had no Pantarbe to defend her. No But I ſtill held her alwaies in my hand Whereon my ring was. This is probable; But now what other Pantarbe have we left To ſhun the next daies danger, for Arſace Will not end here, but practiſe ſtill new miſchiefe. Deſpaire not, but rely upon the promiſe The gods made you laſt night. Diſtreſſed Aura, What wilt thou doe?