Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) not in BritDrama · Ogilby's Men unassigned nearest T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs · 472 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
But no acquaintance sure, what are you? Not what I seem, I have assumed this for me, To tell thee what a happiness is now Coming from heaven upon thee. Upon me? And when the sweet Emeria is collected, She will lose her life again in joy and wonder. My strength returns, this is a gentle language, And Spirit, if thou be'st one; speak thy will. Then know Emeria, I am no mortal But Ceancrochi, chief of all the gods That now appear. I know not what to answer But with my humble knee. Thy pure devotion Richer than clouds of incense, Myrrh, and Cassia, And all the Gums whose piles make sweet our Altar, Hath been delightful to the gods, and me, And I have left the Palace of the blessed, Where many glorious virgins wait: and want thee, A fellow singer in their heavenly choir, To visit in this form the fair Emeria, And thank thee for thy pious sacrifices: Rise then and be confirmed, we mean to honour Thy person and thy virtues. Can this roof Be so much blessed? and can so great a deity Consider my imperfect duty thus? To assure thy thoughts, ask fairest virgin, what Thou most desirest, and it shall firmer, than The Destinies, be made thine own: hast thou A wish to this world's glory, to be greater? Wouldst thou enlarge thy knowledge, or thy pleasure? Dost thou affect to have thy life extended, Double the course of Nature; or thy beauty Above the malice of disease, or time To wither? Wouldst thou see thy book of fate, And read the various lines that fall into Thy life, as to their centre: speak, and be Possessed; if thou refuse what here is named, Thy wish will come too late, Emeria? None of all these; let me be still accepted An humble servant to the gods. Then I Will find some other way to thy reward: First, we release that duty of thy knee; Reach thy fair hand. I dare not. Do not tremble, It shall but meet another like thine own; For I had care not to affright my virgin: What dost thou see in me, that to thy sense Appears not man? Divinity is too bright For thy weak eye, and therefore I have clad In this no threatning shape, all that is divine: That I with safety of thy sense, Emeria, Might visit thee: come, I will see thee often, If thou be wise to understand how much It is my will to honour thee; and I Will thus descend, and leave my beams behind, Whose brightness were enough to burn thee, To converse with thee in a loving way Of smiling thus, and thus embracing thee— Of mixing palms, nay I will kiss thee too. Do our gods practise this?
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But no acquaintance sure, what are you? Not what I seeme, I have assum'd this for me, To tell thee what a happinesse is now Coming from heaven upon thee. Vpon me? And when the sweete Emeria is collected, Shee will loose her life agen in joy and wonder. My strength returnes, this is a gentle language, And Spirit, if thou beest one; speake thy will. Then know Emeria, I am no mortall But Ceancrochi, chiefe of all the gods That now appeare. I know not what to answer But with my humble knee. Thy pure devotion Richer then cloudes of incense, Myrrhe, and Cassia, And all the Gummes whose piles make sweete our Altar, Hath been delightfull to the gods, and me, And I have left the Palace of the blest, Where many glorious virgins waite: and want thee, A fellow singer in their heavenly quire, To visit in this forme the faire Emeria, And thank thee for thy pious sacrifices: Rise then and be confirm'd, we meane to honour Thy prson and thy vertues. Can this roofe Be so much blest? and can so great a deity Consider my imperfect dutie thus? To assure thy thoughts, ask fairest virgin, what Thou most desirest, and it shall firmer, than The Destinies, be made thine owne: hast thou A wish to this worlds glorie, to be greater? Would'st thou enlarge thy knowledge, or thy pleasure? Do'st thou affect to have thy life extended, Double the course of Nature; or thy beautie Above the malice of disease, or time To wither? Would'st thou see thy booke of fate, And read the various lines that fall into Thy life, as to their center: speake, and be Possest; if thou refuse what here is nam'd, Thy wish will come too late, Emeria? None of all these; let me be still accepted An humble servant to the gods. Then I Will find some other way to thy reward: First, we release that dutie of thy knee; Reach thy faire hand. I dare not. Doe not tremble, It shall but meet another like thine owne; For I had care not to affright my virgin: What do'st thou see in me, that to thy sense Appeares not man? Divinitie is too bright For thy weake eye, and therefore I have clad In this no threatning shape, all that is divine: That I with safetie of thy sence, Emeria, Might visit thee: come, I will see thee often, If thou be wise to understand how much It is my will to honour thee; and I Will thus descend, and leave my beames behind, Whose brightnesse were enough to burne thee, To converse with thee in a loving way Of smiling thus, and thus embracing thee— Of mixing palmes, nay I will kisse thee too. Doe our gods practise this?