The Entertainment in Suffolk and Norfolk (Royal Entry of Queen Elizabeth into Norwich) · chunk 3 of 13
Churchyard, Thomas · published 1578 · first performed or written 1578 [Aug] (Annals) entertainment; royal entertainment or entry · before the Court unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
And tell her, that she is to me so dear, That I appoint by man's device and art, That every day she shall see sundry shoes, If that she please to walk and take the air: And that so soon as out of door she goes (If time do serve, and weather waxeth fair) Some odd device shall meet her highness straight, To make her smile, and ease her burdened breast, And take away the cares and things of weight That Princes feel, that findeth greatest rest. When I had thus received my charge at full, My golden rod in lively hand I took, And bad in haste my flying Horses pull. But ear I passed, I 'gan about me look To see that Coach, and each thing gallant were: So down I came, all winged as you see. And since I have espied that Princess there, That greatest Kings do sue to by degree, And many more that sues no whit, do fear, I kiss her steps, and show my masters will, And leave with her such graces from above, As always shall command her people's love, (Uphold her reign, maintain her regal state, Find out false hearts, and make of subjects true, Plant perfit peace, and root up all debate) So with this grace, good Queen now here adieu, For I may now on earth no longer stay, Than Servants must to Masters will obey. Alas poor boy, where shalt thou wander not, I am thrust out of Heaven in despite, My Mother too begins to bend the brow, For both we walk, as we were banished quite. She mourns and weeps, and blubbers like a child, By which great grief, in rage now may she fall, And I have leave to walk the wood so wild, To howl, to cry, and sore complain withal. For lo of late, where she and I did go, A man we met, a father grave and wise, Who told us both (if you the troth will know) We were the dross, the scum of earth and skies. Fond , A lewd delight, a flying fancy light, A shadow fond, that bears no shape, but name. The whole abuse of each good wit or wight, An idle ground, whereon vain Poets walk, A cause of care, a spring where folly floes A wicked mean, to nourish wanton talk, And to conclude, sharp nettle under Rose We were: thus said the Father that we met. My Mother blushed, these thundering words to hear, And from them both, away in haste I get, To see if I in Court find better cheer, But if no friend, nor favour I may find, Nor answer have of that which here I speak, Farewell, I seek my fortune in the wind, For Cupid hath in head a finer If Heauen In earth below, I mean to hide my face.
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And tell hir, that she is to me so . That I appoynt by mans deuice and arte, That euery day she shall see sundrie shoe, If that she please to walke and take the ayr: And that so soone as out of dore she goes (If time do serue, and weather wareth fayre) Some odde deuice shall meete hir highnesse streight, To make hir smyle, and ease hir burthened brest, And take away the cares and things of weight That Princes feele, that findeth greatest rest. VVhen I had thus receyvd my charge at full, My golden rodde in liuely hand I tooke, And badde in hast my flying Horses pull. But eare I past, I gan about me looke To see that Coatch, and each thing galln wer: So downe I came, all winged as you see. And since I haue espyde that Princesse there, That greatest Kings do sue to by degree, And many mo that sues no whit, do feare, I kisse hir steppes, and shew my maisters will, And leaue with hir such graces from aboue, As alwayes shall commaund hir peoples loue, (Vphold hir raigne, maynteyne hir regall state, Find out false harts, and make of subiectes true, Plant perfite peace, and roote vp all debate) So with this grace, good Queene now heere , For I may now on earth no longer stey, Than Seruants must to Maisters will obey. Aas poore boy, where shalt thou wander no, I am thrust out of Heauen in despight, My Mother too beginnes to bend the brow, For both we walke, as we were banisht quite. She mournes and weepes, and blubbers like a child, By which great griefe, in rage now may she fall, And I haue leaue to walke the wood so wild, To houle, to crye, and ore complayne withll. For loe of late, where she and I did goe, A man we met, a father graue and wise, VVho you the troth will know) VVe were the droe, of earth and Fond , A leavvd delight, a flying fnsie light, A shadow fond, that no shape, but name. The whole abuse of each good witte or wight, An ydle ground, whereon vayne Poets walke, A cause of are, a spring where follie oes A wicked meane, to nourish wanton talke, And to conclude, sharp ettles vnder Rose VVe were: thus sayd the Father that we me. My Mother blsh, these thundering words to heare, And from them both, away in hast get, To see if I in Court find better cheer, But if no friend, no fauore I may finde, Nor aunswere haue of that which heere I speake, Farewell, I seeke my fortune in the wind, For Cupid hath in head . If Heauen In earth below, I to hide my face.