Jonson, Ben · published 1641 · first performed or written 1621 [Aug 3; Aug 5; Sep] (Annals) masque · before the Court 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.
FRom a Gipsy, in the morning, Or a pair of squint-eyes turning: From the Coblin, and the spectre, Or a Drunkard, though with Nectar; From a woman true to no man, Which is ugly, besides common; A smock rampant, and the itches, To be putting on the breeches: Where so 'ere they ha' their being, Bless the Sov'raine, and his seeing. FRom a fool, and serious joys; From a Lawyer, three parts noise; From impertinence, like a Drum Beat at dinner in his room; From a tongue without a file, Heaps of Phrases, and no stile. From a Fiddle out of tune, As the Cuckoo is in June. From the candlesticks of Lothbury, And the loud pure wives of Banbury: Or a long pretended fit; Meant for mirth, but is not it: Only time, and ears outwearing, Bless the Sov'raine, and his hearing. FRom a strolling Tinker's sheet, Or a pair of Carrier's feet: From a Lady that doth breath, Worse above, than underneath. From the Diet, and the knowledge Of the students in Bears-college. From Tobacco, with the type Of the Devil's glister-pipe; Or a stink all stinks excelling, A Fishmonger's dwelling, Bless the sovereign, and his smelling. FRom an Oyster, and fried fish A Sow's babye in a dish: From any portion of a Swine, From bad Venison, and worse wine. Ling, what Cook soe'er it boil, Though with mustard fawced and oil, Or what else would keep man fasting, Bless the sovereign, and his tasting. BOth from birdlime, and from pitch, From a Doxy, and her itch. From the brisles of a Hog, Or the ringworm in a Dog. From the courtship of a brier, Or St. Anthony's old fire. From a needle, or a thorn; I'the bed at Even, or Morn. Or from any Gowtes lest grudging. Bless the sovereign, and his touching. Bless him too from all offences, In his sports, as in his fences. From a Boy to cross his way, From a fall, or a foul day. Bless him, o bless him Heaven, and lend him long to be the sacred burden of all song; The Acts, and years, of all our Kings t' out go; And while he's mortal, we not think him so. THe sports are done, yet do not let Your joys in sudden silence set; Delight, and dumbness never met In oneself subject yet. If things opposed must mixed appear, Than add a boldness to your fear, And speak a hymn to him, Where all your duties do of right belong, Which I will sweeten with an under song. GLory of ours, and grace of all the Eath; How well your figure doth become your birth, As if your form, and fortune equal stood, And only virtue got above your blood. Virtue; his Kingly virtue which did merit This Isle entire, and you are to inherit.
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FRom a Gipſie, in the morning, Or a paire of ſquint-eyes turning: From the Coblin, and the ſpectre, Or a Drunkard, though with Nectar; From a woman true to no man, Which is ougly, beſides common; A ſmocke rampant, and the itches, To be putting on the breeches: Wher ſo 'ere they ha' their being, Bleſſe the Sov'raine, and his ſeeing. FRom a foole, and ſerious oyes; From a Lawyer, three parts noyſe; From impertinence, like a Drum Beate at dinner in his roome; From a tongue without a file, Heapes of Phraſes, and no ſtile. From a Fiddle out of tune, As the Cuckow is in June. From the candleſticks of Lothbury, And the lowd pure wives of Banbury: Or a long pretended fit; Meant for mirth, but is not it: Onely time, and eares out-wearing, Bleſſe the Sov'raine, and his hearing. FRom a ſtrolling Tinkers ſheete, Or a payre of Carriers feet: From a Ladie that doth breath, Worſe above, then underneath. From the Diet, and the knowledge Of the ſtudents in Beares-colledge. From Tobacco, with the tipe Of the Devills gliſter-pipe; Or a ſtincke all ſtincks excelling, A Fiſhmongers dwelling, Bleſſe the Sov'raigne, and his ſmelling. FRom an Oyſter, and fry'd fiſh A Sowes babye in a diſh: From any portion of a Swine, From bad Veniſon, and worſe wine. Ling, what Cooke ſo'ere it boyle, Though with muſtard fawc'd and oyle, Or what elſe would keepe man faſting, Bleſſe the Sov'raigne, and his taſting. BOth from birdlime, and from pitch, From a Doxie, and her itch. From the briſles of a Hogge, Or the ring-worme in a Dogge. From the courtſhippe of a brier, Or St. Anthonies old fier. From a needle, or a thorne; I'the bed at Ev'n, or Morne. Or from any Gowtes leaſt grutching. Bleſſe the Sov'raigne, and his touching. BLeſſe him too from all offences, In his ſports, as in his fences. From a Boy to croſſe his way, From a fall, or a foule day. BLeſſe him, ô bleſſe him Heav'n, and lend him long to be the ſacred burthen of all ſong; The Acts, and yeares, of all our Kings t' out go; And while hee's mortall, we not thinke him ſo. THe ſports are done, yet doe not let Your joyes in ſudden ſilence ſett; Delight, and dumbneſſe never met In one ſelfe ſubject yet. If things oppos'd muſt mixt appeare, Then adde a boldneſſe to your feare, And ſpeake a hymne to him, Where all your duties do of right belong, Which I will ſweeten with an under ſong. GLory of ours, and grace of all the Eath; How well your figure doth become your birth, As if your forme, and fortune equall ſtood, And onely vertue got above your blood. Vertue; his Kingly vertue which did merrit This Iſle entire, and you are to inherit.