The Entertainment in Suffolk and Norfolk (Royal Entry of Queen Elizabeth into Norwich) · chunk 10 of 13
Churchyard, Thomas · published 1578 · first performed or written 1578 [Aug] (Annals) entertainment; royal entertainment or entry · before the Court unassigned nearest T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses · 513 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
But doth delight, each one with gladsome grace. Dame Nature's show, and Riches Beauty is, A Heavenly gift, to ravish every eye, A perfit Pearl, wherein is nought but bliss, Delight of men, delight of Gods on high. Apollo pleased, himself with Golden hear, Heabe delights, the Gods with comely hue, God Venus oft, her tender breast did tear, When she Adonis death was fain to rue. Phoebus did mourn, when his delight was slain, With great mishap, and error of his hand, But Ganymede, above with Ioue doth reign. And waiting on, his nectar's cup doth stand. What should I speak, of him who at the brook, The wanton nymphs, in love surprised away, Or him whom Phoeb, in to her Chariot took, Or him, whose beauty died the morning grey, The Gods in beauty, pass each mortal wight, And men surmount, in form the fairest beast, And yet of them, some are more brave in sight, Whose natures are, more fined than the rest. The ugly Toad, swells out his poison cold, A crabbed corpse, comes of a churlish kind, No ragged mould, the virtue rare can hold, A seemly face, declares a modest mind. The fairest Horse will swiftest run his race, The gallantest Hound, will soonest wind his game, What need I more, to treat upon this case, The hearers shall, be judgers of the same, If Beauty's gifts, and favour you exile, Than Manhood must, be here preferred the while. STay judgement Prince, and let my case be know Whose friendly toil, deserves to reap his gain Mine earnest suit, may not be thus o'erthrown, So long employed, in hope and endless pain. I see these men, press boldly here in place, Unfolds great words, and long debates the case: And braves it out, with goodly gallant Shows, Which I will not, eclipse nor blot at all, My claim is good, and that just God he knows, What need I then, my right in question call. I have no force, nor skill in martial field, I boast not of my fresh and flowering hue, Nor yet need not, in any point to yield, That can allege, deserts and service true. My travel then, and truth may not be lost, Nor my good will, be recompensed with wrong, Nor he that hath, with tempests sore been tossed, And tasted griefs, and bitter torments long, May not so soon, be shaken off for nought, I take fine terms, to show my secret thought: The Gods accepts, our duty in good part, The Prince rewards, the bills of our request, The greatest men, consider but the heart, The friendly means, can tame the wildest beast. And Women who, in softest moulds be cast, Whose tender hearts, rues on our careful cries, Must needs be won, with loving means at last, To ease our plaints, and wipe our watered eyes. True love of right, must recompensed be, Dezart must needs, fly far beyond the rest, Then grant O Prince, this precious prize to me, Whose loyal love, claims place above the best.
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But doth delight, each one with gladsome grace. Dame Natures shew, and Ritches Beautie is, A Heauenly gift, to rauish euery eye, A perfite Peare, wherein is naught but blisse, Delight of men, delight of Gods on high. Apollo pleasd, himselfe with Golden heare, Hae delightes, the Gods with comely ue, God Venus oft, hir tender brest did teare, VVhen she Adoi death was fayne to . Pbus did mourne, when his delight was slayne, VVith great mishappe, and error of his hand, But Gannimed, aboue with Ioue doth raigne. And wayting on, his Nectars cuppe doth stand. VVhat should I speake, of him who at the brooke, The wanton Nimphes, in loue supprisd away, Or him whome Pheb, in to hir Charriot tooke, Or him, whose beautie did the morning grey, The Gods in beautie, passe each mortall wight, And men surmount, in forme the fayrest beast, And yet of them, some are more braue in sight, VVhose natures are, more fined than the rest. The vgly Tode, swel out his poyson cold, A crabbed corpse, commes of a churlish kind, No ragged mold, the vertue rare can hold, A seemely face, declares a modest mind. The fayrest Horse will swiftest runne his race, The gallantst Hound, will soonest wind his game, VVhat neede I more, to treate vpon this cace, The hearers shall, be iudgers of the same, If Beauties giftes, and fauoure you exile, Then Manhode must, be heere preferd the while. STay iudgement Prince, and let my cace be know VVhose friendly toyle, deserues to reae his gayn Mine earnest ute, may not be thus orethrowen, So long employd, in hope and endlesse payne. I see these men, prease boldly heere in place, Vnfolds great words, and long debtes the cace: And braues it out, with goodly gallant Shewes, VVhich I will not, eclips nor blot at all, My clayme is good, and that iust God he knowes, VVhat neede I then, my right in question call. I haue no force, nor skill in marshiall field, I boast not of my fresh and flouring hue, Nor yet neede not, in any poynt to yeeld, That can alleadge, Dezarts and seruice true. My trauell then, and truth may not be lst, Nor my good will, be recompenst with wrong▪ Nor he that hath, with tempestes sore bin tost▪ And tasted griefes, and bitter torments long, May not so soone, be shaken off for nought, I take fine tearmes▪ to shew my secret thought: The Gods accepts, our dutie in good part, The Prince rewards, the billes of our request, The greatest men, consider but the heart, The friendly meanes, can ame the wildest beast. And VVomen who, in softest mouldes be cast, VVhose tender heartes, rues on our carefull cryes, Must needes be wonne, with louing meanes at last, To ease our playntes, and wipe our watered eyes. True loue of right, must recompenced be, Dezart must needes, flye farre beyond the rest, Then graunt O Prince, this pretious prise to me, VVhose loyall loue, claymes place aboue the bst.