Peele, George · published 1584 · first performed or written 1581 [c.1581-1584] (Annals) pastoral · Children of the Chapel (first) (Oxford's Boys) · before the Court unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Good Flora, by my flock 'twere very good, To dight her all in red resembling blood. Fair Venus of sweet Violets in blue. With other flowers infixed for change of hue, Her plumes, her pendants, bracelets and her rings, Her dainty fan and twenty other things: Her lusty mantle waving in the wind, And every part in colour and in kind: And for her wreath of roses she nil dare, With Flora's cunning counterfeit compare. So that what living white shall chance to see, These goddesses, each placed in her degree, Portrayed by Flora's workmanship alone, Must say that Art and nature met in one. A dainty draft to lay her down in blue, The colour commonly betokening true. This piece of work compact with many a flower, And well laid in at entrance of the bower, Where Phoebe means to make this meeting royal. Have I prepared to welcome them withal. And are they yet dismounted, Flora, say: That we may wend to meet them one the way. That shall not need: they are at hand by this, And the conductor of the train height Rhanis. Iuno hath left her chariot long ago, And hath returned her Peacocks by her rainbow. And bravely as becomes the wife of Ioue, Doth honour by her presence to our grove. Fair Venus she hath let her sparrows fly, To tend on her and make her melody: Her turtles and her swans unyoked be, And flicker near her side for company. Pallas hath set her Tigers loose to feed, Commanding them to wait when she hath need. And Hitherward with proud and stately pace, To do us honour in the Siluan chase They march like to the pomp of heaven above, Iuno the wife and sister of king Jove, The warlike Pallas, and the Queen of love. Pipe Pan for joy and let thy shepherds sing, Shall never age forget this memorable thing. Clio the sagest of the sisters nine, To do observance to this dame divine, I'll ad●e of learning and of chivalry, here arrived in fair assembly, And wandering up and down th'unbeaten ways, Ring through the wood sweet songs of Pallas praise. Hark Flora, Faunus, here is melody, A charm of birds and more than ordinary. The silly birds make mirth, then should we do them wrong, Pomona, if we nil bestow an Echo to their song. O Ida, o Ida; 〈...〉 This honour do Ye country gods, Bring down your gifts of welcome: For honour done to Ida. Behold in sign of 〈...〉 And signs of joyful well come bring. For honour done to Ida. The Muses give you melody to gratulate this chance, And Phoebe chief of sylvan chase commands you all to dance. The round in a circle our sportance must be, Hold hands in a hornpipe all gallant in glee. Reverence, reverence, most humble reverence. Most humble reverence.
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Good Flora, by my flocke twere verie good, To dght her all in red resembling blood. Faire Venus of sweete Violetts in blue. With other flowers infixt for chaunge of hue, Her plumes, her pendants, bracelets and her ringes, Her dayntie fan and twentie other thinges: Her lustie mantle wauing in the winde, And euerie part in collor and in kinde: And for her wreath of roses she nil dare, With Floras cunning counterfet compare. So that what lyuing whight shall chaunce to see, These goddesses, eche placed in her degree, Portrayed by Floraes workemanshipe alone, Must say that Arte and nature met in one. A deintie draught to lay her downe in blue, The collour commonlie betokening true. This peece of worke compact with many a flowre, And well layde in at entraunce of the bowre, Where Phoebe meanes to make this meeting royall. Haue I prepared to welcome them withall. And are they yet dimounted, Flora, sie: That we may wende to meete them one the way. That shall not neede: they are at hand by this, And the conductor of the trayne hight Rhis. Iuno hath left her chariot longe age, And hath returned her Peacocks by her raine bowe. And brauelie as becommes the wife of Ioue▪ Doth honour by er presence to our groue. Faire Venus shee hath let her sparrowes flie, To tende on her and make her melodie: Her turtles and her swannes vnyoked bee, And flicker neere er side for companie. Pallas ath set her Tygers looe to feede, Commaunding them to waite when shee hath neede. And Hitherward with proude and statelie pace, To doe vs honor in the Siluan chace Tey marce like to the pompe of heauen aboue, Iuno te wife and sister of king Ioe, The warlicke Pallas, and the Queene of loue. Pipe Pan fr ioy and let thy sheepeherdes sing, Shall neueage forget this memorable thing. Clo the sagest of the sisters nine, To do beruaunce to this dame deuine, ade of learning and of chyualrie, ere aryued in faire assemble, And wandring vp and downe th'unbeaten wayes, Ringe through the wood sweete onges of Pallas prayse. Hake Flora, Fanus, here is melodie, A charme of birdes and more then ordinarie. The sillie birdes make mirth, then shoulde we doe them wronge, Pomona, if we nil bestowe an Eccho to their songe. O Ida, o Ida; This honour do Yee countrie Bring downe your of welcome: For honor Ida▪ Beholde in signe of And signes of ioyfull wel come bring. For honor done to Ida. The Muses giue you melodie to gratulate this chaunce, And Phoebe cheife of siluan chace commaunde you all to dnce. The rouude in a circle our porace must mst be▪ Holde handes in a hornepype all gallant in glee. Reuerence, reuerence, most humble reuerence. Most humble reuerence.