The Entertainment in Suffolk and Norfolk (Royal Entry of Queen Elizabeth into Norwich) · chunk 7 of 13
Churchyard, Thomas · published 1578 · first performed or written 1578 [Aug] (Annals) entertainment; royal entertainment or entry · before the Court T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs typicality 0.84 · 459 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
NAy Cupid will, go hang himself I trow. Much better were, to fall on point of knife, Than from rich state, to lead a beggars life. NOw world may iudge what fables are, & what vain gods ther b, What names and titles foundlings give, to them, likewise you see, And that one God alone doth rule, the rest no virtue show, Vain Venus and blind Cupid both, and all the ragment row And rabble of Gods, are feigned things, to make the season short, As wisdom knows that well can weigh, the worth & weight of sport. Through trifles light, sad things are seen, through vice is virtue found, By hollow ways, and crooked paths, appears the plainest ground. Thus leaving unto wisdoms reach, the things that here are done, And fearing foil, if here we should, in further folly run, We stay, save that, some Music comes, to knit in order due, The substance of this silly Show, that we present to you. DAme Chastity we serve, and wait upon her still, Save now, that she is called to Clouds, to know Jehova's will. She bade us walk abroad, and search, where might be seen In stately troop, and royal Court, a worthy noble Queen. Salute her in my name, and look in secret sort (Quoth she) you do with all your force, maintain her princely port. Good exercise as chief, thy humble duty do, Let Shamefastness, and Modesty, and sober Temperance too, Attend as handmaids still, upon that sacred dame. We hearing what our mistress said, & marking well the same, Did haste us hither straight, but ere we went at large, Iebus sent vs Graces great, and gaue vs powre and charge, (When pomp is most in place) to creep in princely heart, And gide the mind, & thoroughly search, the soul & every part. That still the fear of God, be burning in her breast, There is the only house O Queen, where we four maids will rest, There we will service show, there shall our virtues bud, There is the plot, the seat, the soil, and place to do most good. Yea under richest robes, we have a power to go, In fairest weeds are cleanest thoughts, & purest minds I know. The earlish Country cloyne, yea clad in smeared cloak, With cankered heart, & currish looks, sits grinning in the smoke. The comely clean attire, doth carry mind aloft, Makes man think scorn to stoop to vice, & look to Virtue oft. The Sun that shineth bright, hath virtues manifold, A gallant flower hath pleasant smell, great goodness is in gold. So gay and glittering Dame, thy graces are not small, Thy heavenly gifts in greatest press, in deed surmounts then all.
nodes 332–374 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 7 of 13 in this edition
Length
459 words · 628 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T21 — Cupid, Venus and the nymphscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.841 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T21 · seed 44: T24 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
NAy Cupid will, go hang himselfe I tro. Much better were, to fall on pynt of knife, Than from rich state, to leade a beggers life. NOw world may iudge what fables are, & what vain gods ther b, VVhat names and titles fondlings giue, to thē, likewise you see, And that one God alone doth rule, the rest no vertue showe, Vayne Venus and blind Cpid both, and all the ragment rowe And rabble of Gods, are fayned things, to make the season short, As wisedome knowes that wel cā wey, the worth & weight of sport. Through trifles light, sad things are sene, through vice is vertue foūd, By hollow wayes, and crooked pathes, appres the playnest ground. Thus leauing vnto wisedomes reach, the things that heere are done, And fearing foyle, if heere vve should, in further folly runne, VVe stay, saue that, some Musicke commes, to knitte in order due, The substance of thys Shew, that we present to you. DAme Chastitie we serue, and wayte vpon hir still, Saue now, that she is cald to Cloudes, to know will. She bad vs walke abroade, and searche, where might be seene In stately troupe, and royall Court, a worthy noble Queene. Salute hir in my name, and loke in secret sort (Quoth she) you do with al your force, maynteyne hir princely port. Good exercise as chiefe, thy humble dutie doo, Let Shamefastnesse, and Modestie, and sober Temprance too, Attend as handmaydes still, vpon that sacred dame. VVe hearing what our mistresse sayd, & marking wel the same, Did hast vs hither streight, but ere we went at large, Iebus sent vs Graces great, and gaue vs powre and charge, (VVhen pomp is most in place) to creepe in princely hart, And gide the mind, & throughly serch, the soule & euery part. That still the feare of God, be burning in hir brest, Ther is the only house O Quene, wher we four maids wil rest, There we will seruice shew, there shall our budde, Ther is the plot, the seate, the soyle, and place to do most good. Yea vnder richest roabes, we haue a powre to goe, In fairst weedes are cleanest thoughts, & purest minds I know. The earlish Countrey cloyne, yea clad in smeared cloke, VVith cāckred hart, & currish lokes, sits grinning in the smoke. The comely cleane attire, doth carrie mind aloft, Makes mā think Seoe to stoupe to vice, & loke to Vertue oft. The Sunne that sneth bright, hath vertues manifold, A gallant floure hath pleasant smell, great goodnesse is in gold. So gay and glittring Dame, thy graces are not small, Thy heauenly gifts in greatest prease, in deede surmoūts thē all.