Jonson, Ben · published 1641 · first performed or written 1621 [Aug 3; Aug 5; Sep] (Annals) masque · before the Court unassigned nearest T25 Kings, power and law: political sententi · 521 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
TO the old, long life and treasure, To the young, all health and pleasure; To the fair, their face With eternal grace, And the foul to be loved at leisure. To the witty, all clear mirrors, To the foolish, their dark errors; To the loving spirit, A secure delight, To the jealous his own false terrors. After which the King's fortune is pursued by the COuld any doubt that saw this hand, Or who you are, or what command You have upon the fate of things, Or would not say you were let down From Heaven, on earth to be the Crown, And top of all your neighbour Kings? To see the ways of truth you take, To sallance business, and to make All Christian differences cease. Or till the quarrel, and the cause You can compose, to give them laws, As arbitor of War, and Peace. For this, of all the world you shall Be styled James, the just, and all Their states dispose, their Sons and daughters, And for your fortune you alone, Among them all shall work your own, By peace, not by human slaughters. But why do I presume, though true, To tell a Fortune, Sir, to you, Who are the maker here of all; Where none do stand, or sit in view, But own their fortune unto you, At lest what they good fortunes call? Myself a Gipsy here do shine, Yet are you maker, Sir, of mine. O that confession could content So high a bounty, that doth know No part of motion, but to flow, and giving never to repent. May still the matter wait your hand, That it not feel, or stay, or stand; but all desert still over charge. And may your goodness ever find In me whom you have made, a mind, As thankful as your own is large. AS my Captain hath begun With the Sire, I take the Son, Your hand Sir. Of your fortune be secure, Love, and she, are both at your Command Sir. See what States are here at strife, Who shall tender you a Wife, A brave one; And a fit for a man, Than is offered here, you can Not have one. She is Sister of a star, One the noblest now that are, Bright Hesper. Whom the Indians in the East, Phosphore call, and in the West, Hight Vesper. Courses even with the Sun, Doth her mighty brother run, For splendour. What can to the marriage night, Moore than morn, and evening light Attend her? Save the promise before day, Of a little James to play Hereafter. Twixt his Grandsires' knees, and move All the pretty ways of love, And laughter. Whilst with care you strive to please, In your giving his cares ease, And labours; And by being long the aid Of the Empire, make afraid III Neighbours. Till yourself shall come to see What we wish, yet far to be Attending: For it skills not when, or where That begins, which cannot fear An ending. Since your name in peace, or wars, Naught shall bond until the stars up take you.
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TO the old, long life and treaſure, To the young, all health and pleaſure; To the faire, their face With eternall grace, And the foule to be lov'd at leiſure. To the witty, all cleare mirrors, To the fooliſh, their darke errors; To the loving ſprite, A ſecure delight, To the jealous his owne falſe terrors. After which the Kings fortune is purſued by the COuld any doubt that ſaw this hand, Or who you are, or what command You have upon the fate of things, Or would not ſay you were let downe From Heaven, on earth to be the Crowne, And top of all your neighbour Kings? To ſee the wayes of truth you take, To ſallance buſineſſe, and to make All Chriſtian differences ceaſe. Or till the quarrell, and the cauſe You can compoſe, to give them lawes, As arbitor of Warre, and Peace. For this, of all the world you ſhall Be ſtiled James, the juſt, and all Their ſtates diſpoſe, their Sons and daughters, And for your fortune you alone, Among them all ſhall worke your owne, By peace, not by humaine ſlaughters. But why doe I preſume, though true, To tell a Fortune, Sir, to you, Who are the maker here of all; Where none doe ſtand, or ſit in view, But owe their fortune unto you, At leaſt what they good fortunes call? My ſelfe a Gipſie here doe ſhine, Yet are you maker, Sir, of mine. Oh that confeſſion could content So high a bounty, that doth know No part of motion, but to flow, and giving never to repent. May ſtill the matter wayte your hand, That it not feele, or ſtay, or ſtand; but all deſert ſtill over charge. And may your goodneſſe ever finde In me whom you have made, a minde, As thankefull as your owne is large. AS my Captaine hath begun With the Sire, I take the Sonne, Your hand Sir. Of your fortune be ſecure, Love, and ſhe, are both at your Command Sir. See what States are here at ſtrife, Who ſhall tender you a Wife, A brave one; And a fitter for a man, Then is offer'd here, you can Not have one. She is Siſter of a ſtarre, One the nobleſt now that are, Bright Heſper. Whom the Indians in the Eaſt, Phoſphore call, and in the Weſt, Hight Veſper. Courſes even with the Sunne, Doth her mighty brother runne, For ſplendor. What can to the marriage night, More then morne, and evening light Attend her? Save the promiſe before day, Of a little James to play Hereafter. Twixt his Grandſiers knees, and move All the pretty wayes of love, And laughter. Whil'ſt with care you ſtrive to pleaſe, In your giving his cares eaſe, And labours; And by being long the ayd Of the Empire, make afrayd III Neighbours. Till your ſelfe ſhall come to ſee What we wiſh, yet farre to be Attending: For it skills not when, or where That begins, which cannot feare An ending. Since your name in peace, or warres, Nought ſhall bound untill the ſtarres up take you.