The Royal Entertainment at Bisham Abbey · chunk 6 of 6
Anonymous · published 1592 · first performed or written 1592 [Aug 21] (Annals) entertainment; royal entertainment or entry T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses typicality 0.73 · 457 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
SIng you, play you, but sing and play my truth, This three my Lute, these sighs my notes of ruth: The laurel leaf for ever shall bee green, And chastety shalbe Apolloes queen. If gods may dye, here shall my tomb be plaste, And this engraven, fonde Phoebus, Daphne chased. MY hart and tongue were twins, at once conceived, The eldest was my hart, born dumb by destiny, The last my tongue, of all sweet thoughts bereaved, Yet strung and tunde, to play harts harmony. Both knit in one, and yet asunder placed, What hart would speak, the tongue doth still discover, What tongue doth speak, is of the hart embraced, And both are one to make a new found lover: New found, and onely found in Gods and Kings, Whose words are deeds, but deeds nor words regarded: chased thoughts do mount and fly with swiftest wings, My love with pain, my pain with loss rewarded: engrave vpon this three, Daphnes perfection, That neither men nor gods, can force affection. NImpha mane, per me concordant carmina neruis. Faire Daphne stay, too chased because too faire, Yet fairer in mine eyes, because so chased, And yet because so chased, must I despair? And to despair, I yielded haue at last. Shepheard possess thy love, for me too cruel, possess thy love, thou knowest not how to measure, A dunghill cock doth often find a jewel, enjoying that, he knows not to be treasure. When broomy beard, to sweep thy lips presume, When on thy neck, his rough hewn arms shall move, And gloate on thee with eyes that drizell rheum, When that his toothless mouth shall call thee love, Noght will I say of him, but pity thee, That btauty might, but would no wiser bee. I stay, for whether should chastety fly for succour, but to the queen of chastety, by thee was I interred in a three, that by craft, way might be made to lust, by your highnes restored, that by virtue, there might be assurance in honor: these tables, to set down your praises long since Sibillas prophesies I humbly present to your majesty, not thinking, that your virtues can be deciphered in so slight a volume, but noted; the whole world is drawn in a small map, Homers Illiades in a nutshell, and the riches of a Monarch, in a few ciphers, and so much odds, betwixt explaining of your perfections, and the touching, as is betwixt painting and thinking, the one, running over a little table in a whole day, the other over the whole world in a minute, with this vouchsafe a poor virgins wish, that often wish for good husbands, mine, only for the endless prosperity of my sovereign.
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SIng you, plaie you, but ſing and play my truth, This tree my Lute, theſe ſighes my notes of ruth: The Lawrell leafe for euer ſhall bee greene, And chaſtety ſhalbe Apolloes Queene. If gods maye dye, here ſhall my tombe be plaſte, And this engrauen, fonde Phoebus, Daphne chaſte. MY hart and tongue were twinnes, at once conceaued, The eldeſt was my hart, borne dumbe by deſtenie, The laſt my tongue, of all ſweete thoughts bereaued, Yet ſtrung and tunde, to play harts harmonie. Both knit in one, and yet aſunder placed, What hart would speake, the tongue doeth ſtill diſcouer, What tongue doth speake, is of the hart embraced, And both are one to make a new found louer: New founde, and onely founde in Gods and Kings, Whoſe words are deedes, but deedes nor words regarded: Chaſte thoughts doe mount and flie with ſwifteſt wings, My loue with paine, my paine with loſſe rewarded: Engraue vpon this tree, Daphnes perfection, That neither men nor gods, can force affection. NImpha mane, per me concordant carmina neruis. Faire Daphne ſtaye, too chaſte becauſe too faire, Yet fairer in mine eies, becauſe ſo chaſte, And yet becauſe ſo chaſte, muſt I despaire? And to despaire, I yeelded haue at laſt. Shepheard poſſeſſe thy loue, for me too cruell, Poſſeſſe thy loue, thou knoweſt not how to meaſure, A dunghill cock doeth often finde a Iewell, Enioying that, he knowes not to be treaſure. When broomy bearde, to ſweepe thy lips preſume, When on thy necke, his rough hewen armes ſhall moue, And gloate on thee with eies that drizell reume, When that his toothleſſe mouth ſhall call thee loue, Noght will I ſaie of him, but pittie thee, That btauty might, but would no wiſer bee. I ſtay, for whether ſhould chaſtety fly for ſuccour, but to the Queene of chaſtety, by thee was I enterred in a tree, that by crafte, way might be made to luſt, by your highnes reſtored, that by vertue, there might be aſſurance in honor: theſe tables, to ſet downe your prayſes long ſince Sibillas propheſies I humbly preſent to your Maieſty, not thinking, that your vertues can be deciphered in ſo ſlight a volume, but noted; the whole world is drawen in a ſmall mappe, Homers Illiades in a nutſhel, and the riches of a Monarch, in a few cyphers, and ſo much ods, betwext explaining of your perfections, and the touching, as is betvvixt painting and thinking, the one, running ouer a little table in a vvhole day, the other ouer the whole world in a minute, vvith this vouchſafe a poore virgins wiſh, that often wiſh for good husbands, mine, only for the endleſſe proſperity of my ſoueraigne.