The Entertainment at Norwich (Royal Entry of Queen Elizabeth) · chunk 10 of 15
Garter, Bernard / Goldingham, William · published 1578 · first performed or written 1578 [Aug] (Annals) entertainment; royal entertainment or entry · before the Court unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 413 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
IN vain (fair Queen) from Heaven my coming was, To seek t'amend that is no way amiss: For now I see thy favour so doth pass, That none but thou, thou only she it is, Whose beauty bids each wight to look on thee, By view they may another VENUS see. Where beauty boasts, and favour doth not fail, What may I give to thee O worthy wight? This is my gift, there shall no woe prevail, That seeks thy will, against thy wills delight, Not where they will, but where it likes thy mind, Accept that friend, if loyal thou him find. IT seemeth strange to see such strangers here, Yet not so strange, but strangers knows you well: Your virtuous thoughts to Gods do plain appear, Your acts on earth bewrays how you excel: You cannot die, Love here hath made your lease, Which Gods have sent, and God sayeth shall not cease. Virtuous desire desired me to sing, No subjects suit, though suitors they were all, Apollo's gifts are subjects to no King, Rare are thy gifts, that did APOLLO call, Then still rejoice, sithence God and Man say so, This is my gift, thou never shalt have woe. MOst worthy wight, what wouldst thou have of me? Thou hast so much, thou canst enjoy no more: I cannot give, that once I gave to thee, Nor take away thy good I gave before. I robbed was by Nature's good consent Against my will, and yet I was content. A PALLAS thou, a Princess I will be: I Queen of loss, thou Goddess which haste got: I sometime was, thou only now art she, I take, thou gavest that luck that was my lot, I give not thee this Book to learn thee aught, For that I know already thou art taught. WHat art thou (Queen) that Gods do love thee so? Who won their wills to be so at thy will? How can the world become thy cruel foe? How can disdain or malice seek to kill? Can Sea or Earth devise to hurt thy hap, Since thou by Gods dost sit in Fortune's lap. As Heaven and Earth have vowed to be thine, So NEPTUNES Seas have sworn to drench thy foes, As I am God, and all the waters mine, Still shalt thou get, but never shalt thou lose: And since on Earth my wealth is nought at all, Accept good will, the gift is very small.
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IN vayne (fayre Queene) from Heauen my comming was, To seeke tamend that is no way amis: For now I see thy fauour so doth passe, That none but thou, thou onely she it is, Whose bewty bids ech wight to looke on thee, By view they may an other VENVS see. Where bewty boastes, and fauour doth not fayle, What may I giue to thee O worthy wight? This is my gift, there shall no woe preuayle, That seekes thy will, agaynst thy willes delight, Not where they will, but where it likes thy minde, Accept that friend, if loyall thou him finde. IT seemeth straunge to see such strangers here, Yet not so straunge, but straungers knows you well: Your vertuous thoughts to Gods do plaine appeare, Your acts on earth bewraies how you excell: You cannot die, Loue here hath made your lease, Whiche Gods haue sent, and God sayeth shal not cease. Vertuous desire desired me to sing, No Subiects sute, thoughe suters they were all, APOLLOS gifts are subiects to no King, Rare are thy gifts, that did APOLLO call, Then still reioyce, sithens God and Man say so, This is my gift, thou neuer shalt haue woe. MOst worthy wight, what wouldste thou haue of me? Thou haste so muche, thou canste enioy no more: I cannot giue, that once I gaue to thee, Nor take away thy good I gaue before. I robbed was by Natures good consent Againste my will, and yet I was content. A PALLAS thou, a Princesse I will be: I Queene of losse, thou Goddesse whiche haste got: I sometime was, thou onely now arte she, I take, thou gauest that lucke that was my lot, I giue not thee this Booke to learne thee aught, For that I knowe already thou arte taught. WHat arte thou (Queene) that Gods do loue thee so? Who woon their willes to be so at thy will? How can the worlde become thy cruell foe? How can DISDAINE or MALLICE seeke to kill? Can Sea or Earth deuise to hurte thy hap, Since thou by Gods doest sit in Fortunes lap. As Heauen and Earth haue vowed to be thine, So NEPTVNES Seas haue sworne to drench thy foes, As I am God, and all the waters mine, Still shalte thou get, but neuer shalt thou lose: And since on Earth my wealth is nought at all, Accept good will, the gifte is verye small.