Jonson, Ben · published 1641 · first performed or written 1621 [Aug 3; Aug 5; Sep] (Annals) masque · before the Court unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 332 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
AS many blessings as there be bones In Ptolome's fingers and all at ones, Held up in Andrew's Cross for the nonce. Light on you good Master, I dare be no waster Of time, or of speech Where you are in place: I only beseech You take in good grace, Our following the Court, Since 'tis for your sport To have you still merry, And not make you weary. We may strive to please, So long (some will say) till we grow a disease But you Sir, that twice Have graced us already, encourage to thrice; Wherein if our boldness your patience invade, Forgive us the fault that your favour hath made. IF for our thoughts there could but speech be found, And all that speech be uttered in one sound; So that some power above us would afford The means to make a language of a word, It should be welcome: In that only voice We would receive, retain, enjoy, rejoice; And all effects of love, and life dispense, Till it were called a copious eloquence: For should we vent our spirits (now you are come,) In other syllables, were as to be dumb. Welcome, o welcome than, and enter here, The House your bounty hath built, and still doth rear With those high favours, and those heaped increases, Which shows a hand not grieved, but when it ceases. The Master is your creature, as the place; And every good about him is your grace: Whom though he stand by silent, think not rude, But as a man turned all to gratitude. For what he never can hope, how to restore, Since while he meditates one, you heap on more. Vouchsafe to think, he only is oppressed With their abundance, not that in his breast His powers are stupid grown; for please you enter Him, and his house, and search them to the centre: You'll find within no thanks, or vows there shorter, For having trusted thus much to his Porter.
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AS many bleſſings as there be bones In Ptolome's fingers and all at ones, Held up in Andrewes Croſſe for the nones. Light on you good Maſter, I dare be no waſter Of time, or of ſpeech Where you are in place: I onely beſeech You take in good grace, Our following the Court, Since 'tis for your ſport To have you ſtill merrie, And not make you wearie. We may ſtrive to pleaſe, So long (ſome will ſay) till we grow a diſeaſe But you Sir, that twice Have grac't us alreadie, encourage to thrice; Wherein if our boldneſſe your patience invade, Forgive us the fault that your favour hath made. IF for our thoughts there could but ſpeech be found, And all that ſpeech be uttered in one ſound; So that ſome power above us would afford The meanes to make a language of a word, It ſhould be welcome: In that onely voyce We would receive, retaine, enjoy, rejoyce; And all effects of love, and life diſpence, Till it were call'd a copious eloquence: For ſhould we vent our ſpirits (now you are come,) In other ſillables, were as to be dumbe. Welcome, ô welcome then, and enter here, The Houſe your bounty hath built, and ſtill doth reere With thoſe high favovrs, and thoſe heap't increaſes, Which ſhewes a hand not greev'd, but when it ceaſes. The Maſter is your creature, as the place; And every good about him is your grace: Whom though he ſtand by ſilent, thinke not rude, But as a man turn'd all to gratitude. For what he never can hope, how to reſtore, Since while he meditates one, you heape on more. Vouchſafe to thinke, he onely is oppreſt With their aboundance, not that in his breaſt His pow'res are ſtupid growne; for pleaſe you enter Him, and his houſe, and ſearch them to the center: You'll finde within no thankes, or vowes there ſhorter, For having truſted thus much to his Porter.