Anonymous · published 1591 · first performed or written 1591 [Aug 14] (Annals) entertainment; royal entertainment or entry · before the Court unassigned nearest T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions · 446 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
Venus was borne of the Sea, and 'tis reason she should have maids to attend her. MADAM, it is an old saying, There is no fishing to the sea, nor service to the King: but it holds when the sea is calm & the king virtuous. Your virtue doth make Envy blush, and Envy stands amazed at your happiness. I come not to tell the art of fishing, nor the natures of fish, nor their daintiness, but with a poor Fisher man's wish, that all the hollow hearts to your Majesty were in my net, and if there be more than it will hold, I would they were in the sea till I went thither a fishing. There be some so muddy minded, that they can not live in a clear river but a standing pool, as camels will not drink till they have troubled the water with their feet: so can they never staunch their thirst, till they have disturbed the state with their treacheries. Soft, these are no fancies for fisher men. Yes true hearts are as good as full purses, the one the sinews of war, the other the arms. A dish of fish is an unworthy present for a prince to accept: there be some carp amongst them, no carpers of states, if there be, I would they might be handled like carp, their tongues pulled out. Some perches there are I am sure, and if any perch higher than in duty they ought, I would they might suddenly pick over the perch for me. What so ever there is, if it be good it is all yours, most excellent Lady, that are best worthy of the greatest good. THE fish that seeks for food in silver stream is unawares beguiled with the hook, And tender hearts when lest of love they dream, do swallow beauty's bait, a lovely look. PDF PAGE 124 The fish that shuns to bite, in net doth hit, The heart that escapes the eye is caught by wit. The thing called Love, poor Fisher men do feel rich pearls are found in hard & homely shells Our habits base, but hearts as true as steel, sad looks deep sighs, flat faith are all our spells, And when to us our loves seem fair to be. We court them thus Love me and I'll love thee. And if they say our love is fond made, we never leave till on their hearts we light, Anglers have patience by their proper trade, and are content to tarry till they bite, Of all the fish that in the waters move, We count them lumps that will not bite at love.
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Venus was borne of the Sea, and tis reaſon ſhe ſhould haue maydes to attend hir. MADAME, it is an olde ſaying, There is no fiſhing to the ſea, nor ſeruice to the King: but it holdes when the ſea is calme & the king vertuous. PDF PAGE 123 Your vertue doth make Enuie bluſh, and Enuie ſtands amazed at your happines. I come not to tell the art of fiſhing, nor the natures of fiſh, nor their daintines, but with a poore Fiſher mans wiſhe, that all the hollowe heartes to your Maiestie were in my net, and if there bee more then it will holde, I woulde they were in the ſea till I went thether a fiſhing. There bee ſome ſo muddie minded, that they can not liue in a cleere riuer but a ſtanding poole, as camells will not drinke till they haue troubled the water with their feet: ſo can they neuer ſtanch their thirſt, till they haue diſturbd the ſtate with their trecheries. Soft, theſe are no fancies for fiſher men. Yes true hearts are as good as full purſes, the one the ſinewes of war, the other the armes. A diſh of fiſh is an vnworthie preſent for a prince to accept: there be ſome carpes amongſt them, no carpers of ſtates, if there be, I would they might bee handled lyke carpes, their tongues pulled out. Some pearches there are I am ſure, and if anie pearch higher than in dutie they ought, I would they might ſodenly picke ouer the pearch for me. What ſo euer there is, if it be good it is all yours, moſt excellent Ladie, that are beſt worthie of the greateſt good. THE fiſh that ſeeks for food in ſiluer ſtreame is vnawares beguiled with the hooke, And tender harts when leſt of loue they dreame, do ſwallow beauties bait, a louely looke. PDF PAGE 124 The fiſh that ſhuns to bite, in net doth hit, The heart that ſcapes the eie is caught by wit. The thing cald Loue, poore Fiſher men do feele rich pearles are found in hard & homely ſhels Our habits baſe, but hearts as true as ſteele, ſad lookes deep ſighs, flat faith are all our ſpels, And when to vs our loues ſeeme faire to bee. We court them thus Loue me and Ile loue thee. And if they ſaie our loue is fondly made, we neuer leaue till on their hearts we lite, Anglers haue patience by their proper trade, and are content to tarrie till they bite, Of all the fiſh that in the waters moue, We count them lumps that will not bite at loue.