News from the New World Discovered in the Moon · chunk 4 of 6
Jonson, Ben · published 1641 · first performed or written 1620 [Jan 7] (Annals) masque · before the Court unassigned nearest T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses · 455 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
Indeed! has he been there since? belike he rid thither than. Yes Post, upon the Poet's horse for a wager. Not I assure you, he rather flew upon the wings of his Muse. There are in all but three ways of going thither; one is Endymion's way, by rapture in sleep, or a dream. The other Minipus his way, by wing, which the Poet took. The the third, old Empedocles way; who when he leapt into Aetna, having a dry sear body, and light, the smoke took him and whift him up into the Moon, where he lives yet waving up and down like a feather, all soot and embers coming out of that coalpit; our Poet met him, and talked with him. In what language good sir? Only by signs and gestures, for they have no articulate voices there, but certain motions to music: all the discourse there is harmony. A fine Lunatic language i'faith; how do their Lawyers than? They are Pythagorians, all dumb as fishes, for they have no controversies to exercise themselves in. How do they live than? O'th' dew o'th' Moon like Grasshoppers, and confer with the Doppers. Ha' you Doppers? A world of Doppers! but they are there as lunatic persons, walkers only; that have leave only to hum, and ha', not daring to prophesy, or start up upon stools to raise doctrine. The brethrens of the Rosy-crosse have their College within a mile o'the Moon; a Castle i'th' air that runs upon wheels with a winged lantern— Tha ' seen't in print. All the fantastical creatures you can think of, are there. 'Tis to be hoped there are women there than? And zealous women, that will out-grone, the groaning wives of Edinburgh. And Lovers as fantastic as ours? But none that will hung themselves for Love, or eat candles ends, or drink to their Mistresse-eyes, till their own bid'hem good night, as the Sublunary Lovers do. No sir? Not, some few you shall have, that sigh or whistle themselves away; and those are presently hung up by the heels like Meteors, with Squibs i' their tails, to give the wiser sort warning. Excellent! Are there no selfe-Lovers there? There were, but they are all dead of late for want of Tailors. 'Slight what luck is that? we could have spared them a Colony from hence. I think some two or three of them live yet, but they are turned Moone-Calves by this. O, I, Moone-Calves! what Monster is that I pray you? Monster? none at all; a very familiar thing, like our fool here on earth. The Ladies there, play with them instead of little Dogs. Than there are Ladies? And Knights, and Squires. And servants, and Coaches?
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Indeed! has he beene there ſince? belike he rid thither then. Yes Poſt, upon the Poets horſe for a wager. No I aſſure you, he rather flew upon the wings of his Muſe. There are in all but three wayes of going thither; one is Endymions way, by rapture in ſleepe, or a dreame. The other Minipus his way, by wing, which the Poet tooke. The the third, old Empedocles way; who when he leapt into Aetna, having a drie ſeare bodie, and light, the ſmoake took him and whift him up into the Moone, where he lives yet waving up and downe like a feather, all ſoot and embers comming out of that cole-pit; our Poet met him, and talkt with him. In what language good ſir? Onely by ſignes and geſtures, for they have no articulate voyces there, but certaine motions to muſicke: all the diſcourſe there is harmonie. A fine Lunatique language i'faith; how doe their Lawyers then? They are Pythagorians, all dumbe as fiſhes, for they have no controverſies to exerciſe themſelves in. How doe they live then? O'th deaw o'th Moone like Graſhoppers, and conferre with the Doppers. Ha' you Doppers? A world of Doppers! but they are there as lunatick perſons, walkers onely; that have leave onely to hum, and ha, not daring to prophecie, or ſtart up upon ſtooles to raiſe doctrine. The brethren of the Roſie-Croſſe have their Colledge within a mile o'the Moone; a Caſtle i'th ayre that runs upon wheeles with a wing'd lanthorne— Tha' ſeen't in print. All the phantaſticall creatures you can thinke of, are there. 'Tis to be hop'd there are women there then? And zealous women, that will out-grone, the groning wives of Edinburgh. And Lovers as phantaſticke as ours? But none that will hang themſelves for Love, or eate candles ends, or drinke to their Miſtreſſe-eyes, till their owne bid'hem good night, as the Sublunary Lovers doe. No ſir? No, ſome few you ſhall have, that ſigh or whiſtle themſelves away; and thoſe are preſently hung up by the heeles like Meteors, with Squibs i' their tayles, to give the wiſer ſort warning. Excellent! Are there no ſelfe-Lovers there? There were, but they are all dead of late for want of Taylors. S'light what lucke is that? we could have ſpar'd them a Colonie from hence. I thinke ſome two or three of them live yet, but they are turn'd Moone-Calves by this. O, I, Moone-Calves! what Monſter is that I pray you? Monſter? none at all; a very familiar thing, like our foole here on earth. The Ladyes there, play with them inſtead of little Dogges. Then there are Ladies? And Knights, and Squires. And ſervants, and Coaches?