Nelson, Thomas · published 1590 · first performed or written 1590 [Oct 29] (Annals) civic play; pageant unassigned nearest T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions · 528 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
Prudence and virtue shades our peace each day, chaste is her life, and therewith rests content, In vain delights she shuns to run astray, her virtues are most rare and excellent. Long may she live still to preserve this peace, Lord still I pray her health and joys increase. THis famous fleece doth so adorn our land, which daily doth with milk and honey flow, That Fame doth make all nations understand, like peace and plenty never man did know, For wool and lead, for tin, corn, beer and beef, Of Christian nations England is the chief. Muse not to see this famous fleece doth stand upon a wool pack, fixed at pieces feet, The reason is, as you may understand, worthy Iohn Allot for his place most meet. Is Mayor of London and the Staple too, And will perform in both what he should do. Faithful and loyal are her subjects seen, Concord unites them still in loyal bands, Their tender hearts is linked to our Queen, and concord craves no other at their hands, Thus loyalty and concord doth agree, That London still therein shall famous be, AMbition still p●●t up with hate and pride, Doth daily seek to work sweet England's fall, He never rests, but seeks each time and tide, How England's peace might soon be brought in thrall. And common wealth plunged into civil broils, That foreign foes might triumph in our spoils. OUr Senate's grave and worthy magistrates, Shall still endeavour to maintain our peace, By banishing ambition from our gates, And seeking means this peace may never cease: Yea virtue so by him advanced shall be, That vice shall fly and not be seen in me. SCience still seeks those things we daily wish, and Labour toils to bring us flesh and fish, Yea Science sure doth practise every day, that Labour might keep England from decay, Science and Labour still preserves man's health, and are chief props of this our common wealth. Help Walworth now to daunt this rebel's pride. Ask what thou wilt thou shalt not be denied. IAcke Straw the rebel I present, Wat Tyler was my aid, Hob Carter and Tom Miller too; we all were not afraid, For to deprive our sovereign king, Richard the second named, Yet for our bad ambitious minds by Walworth we were tamed, He being Mayor of London then, soon daunted all our pride, He slew me first, the rest soon fled, and then like traitors died. I Represent sir William Walworth's place, A fishmonger, and Mayor of London twice, I slew Iacke Straw, who sought my king's disgrace, and for my act reaped honours of great price, First Knight was I of London you may read, and since each Mayor gains knighthood by my deed. Yea for that deed to London I did gain, this dagger here in arms given as you see, I won my company this crest which doth remain, this to myself and my posterity. Thus did the King with honours me adore, and Fame herself still laudeth me therefore. Time serves for all things, Time runneth fast, We crave your patience, for the time is past.
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Prudence and vertue ſhades our peace each daie, chaſt is her life, and therewith reſts content, In vaine delights ſhe ſhuns to runne aſtraie, her vertues are moſt rare and excellent. Long may ſhe liue ſtill to preſerue this peace, Lord ſtill I pray her health and ioyes increaſe. THis famous fléece doth ſo adorne our land, which daily doth with milke and honie flow, That Fame doth make all nations vnderſtand, like peace and plentie neuer man did know, For wool and lead, for tin, corne, béere and béefe, Of Chriſtian nations England is the chéefe. Muſe not to ſée this famous fléece doth ſtand vpon a wooll packe, fixt at peaces féete, The reaſon is, as you may vnderſtand, worthie Iohn Allot for his place moſt méete. Is Maior of London and the Staple too, And will performe in both what hée ſhould doo. Faithfull and loyall are hir ſubiects ſeene, Concord vnites them ſtill in loyall bands, Their tender hearts is linked to our Queene, and concord craues no other at their hands, Thus loyaltie and concord doth agree, That London ſtill therein ſhall famous bee, AMbition ſtill pt vp with hate and pride, Doth dailie ſéeke to worke ſwéete Englands fall, He neuer reſts, but ſéekes each time and tide, How Englands peace might ſoone be brought in thrall. And common wealth plungde into ciuill broiles, That forraine foes might triumph in our ſpoiles. OUr Senates graue and worthie magiſtrates, Shall ſtill indeuor to maintaine our peace, By baniſhing ambition from our gates, And ſeeking meanes this peace may neuer ceaſe: Yea vertue ſo by him aduanſt ſhall be, That vice ſhall flie and not be ſeene in me. SCience ſtill ſéekes thoſe things we dailie wiſh, and Labour toiles to bring vs fleſh and fiſh, Yea Science ſure doth practiſe euerie daie, that Labor might kéepe England from decaie, Science and Labour ſtill preſerues mans health, and are chiefe props of this our common wealth. HElpe Walworth now to dant this rebels pride. Aſke what thou wilt thou ſhalt not be denide. IAcke Straw the rebell I preſent, Wat Tyler was my aide, Hob Carter and Tom Miller too; we all were not afraid, For to depriue our ſoueraigne king, Richard the ſecond namde, Yet for our bad ambitious mindes by Walworth we were tamde, He being Maior of London then, ſoone danted all our pride, He ſlew me firſt, the reſt ſoone fled, and then like traitors dide. I Repreſent ſir William Walworths place, A fiſhmonger, and Maior of London twice, I ſlew Iacke Straw, who ſought my kings diſgrace, and for my act reapt honors of great price, Firſt Knight was I of London you may reade, and ſince each Maior gaines knighthood by my déede. Yea for that déede to London I did gaine, this dagger here in armes giuen as you ſée, I won my companie this creaſt which doth remaine, this to my ſelfe and my poſteritie. Thus did the King with honors me adore, and Fame her ſelfe ſtill laudeth me therefore. Time ſerues for all things, Time runneth faſt, VVe craue your patience, for the time is paſt.