Wilson, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1590 [c.1589-1593] (Annals) moral · Queen Elizabeth's Men (?) T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and typicality 0.71 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
One is adored by Gods with holy rites, The last like Lamps both earth and heaven lights. But the foul horror of a harlot's name, Even of the Lecher counted as a scorn: Whose forehead bears the mark of hateful shame, Of the lust-lover hated and forlorn. O such is Venus, so shall all such be As use base lust, and foul adultery. Immortal mover of this glorious frame, That circles us about with wonder great, Receive the offerings of our humble hearts And bodies prostrate on the lowly earth. Our sins hath drawn the fury of thy wrath, And turned our peace to misery and war: But if repentant souls may purchase grace, We crave it humbly, and intend to live, Hereafter more reformed than we have done. For pride, we entertain humility: For our presumption, due obedience: Love for Contempt, and chastity for lust: The cabin of Contempt doth burn with fire, In which our sins are cast, and there consume. Hear us ye heavenly powers, help we require, And be propitious to the penitent. Rise from the humble earth my Noble Lord, Rise up ye Priests, Princes, and people rise, And hear the gladsome tidings I unfold, Of happy peace and glorious victory. For that sweet voice offered to us by man, Cast sweetest incense into holy fires, And while they burn, tell on thy happy news, That we may bear and honour heavenly Powers. When Sateros my Lord had brought your power, In view of our presuming enemies: And equal place was chosen for the field, He sent a Herald, willing them restore, The wrongs that in Booetia they had done, And leave the Country, turning to their home, Or else resolve on doubtful chance of war. They proud, ambitious, covetous of gain, Returned an answer filled with disdain. Then was the signal given, and streamers red, Menacing blood on either side advanced. Drums, Fifes, and Trumpets drowned the cries of men, That each where fell before their Foemen's swords, Mars there showed ruthless rage on either part, And murder ranged thorough every rank. Dust dimmed the suns light, and the powders smoke, Seemed like thick Clouds in air congluminate. Thus was seven hours consumed, and doubtful chance Sometime with us, sometime with them abode: Till at the length our General gave charge To found retreat, which made the hopeful Foe, Pursue regardless our retiring bands, That being knit together in firm rank, A fresh pursued their straggling followers. Then fell their glory like the ripened corn, Before the Sickle and the Reapers hand: In brief, some fled, most slain, and many taken Have left the honour to Booetia. To heavens and Sateros return we thanks, For thy reward receive this recompense: ourselves will forward to salute our friends, That fought for honour of Booetia. Sound Drum and Trumpet notes triumphantly, Heavens have the honour for this victory.
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One is adorde by Gods with holy rites, The last like Lampes both earth and heauen lights. But the foule horror of a harlots name, Euen of the Lecher counted as a scorne: VVhose forhead beares the marke of hatefull shame, Of the lust-louer hated and forlorne. O such is Venus, so shall all such bee As vse base lust, and foule adulterie. Immortall mouer of this glorious frame, That circles vs about with wonder great, Receiue the offrings of our humble harts And bodies prostrate on the lowly earth. Our sinnes hath drawne the furie of thy wrath, And turnd our peace to miserie and warre: But if repentant soules may purchase grace, VVe craue it humbly, and intend to liue, Hereafter more reformd than wee haue done. For pride, we entertaine humilitie: For our presumption, due obedience: Loue for Contempt, and chastitie for lust: The Cabbin of Contempt doth burne with ire, In which our sinnes are cast, and there consume. Heare vs yee heauenly powers, helpe e require, And be propitious to the penitent. Rise from the humble earth my Noble Lord, Rise vp yee Priests, Princes, and people rise, And heare the gladsome tidings I vnfold, Of happy peace and glorious victorie. For that sweete voice offerd to vs by man, Cast sweetest incense into holy fires, And while they burne, tell on thy happy newes, That wee may eare and honour heauenly Powers. VVhen Sateros my Lord had brought your power, In view of our presuming enemies: And equall place was chosen for the field, He sent a Herrald, willing them restore, The wrongs that in Booetia they had done, And leaue the Countrey, turning to their home, Or els resolue on doubtfull chance of warre. They proud, ambitious, couetous of gaine, Returnd an answere filled with disdaine. Then was the signall giuen, and stremarred, Menacing blood on either side aduance. Drums, Fifes, and rumpets drownd the cries of men, That ech where fell before their Foe-mens swords, Mars there showd ruthles rage on either part, And murder ranged thorow euery ranke. Dust dimd the sunnes light, and the powders smoke, Seemd like thicke Clowds in ayre congluminate. Thus was seauen houres consumde, and doubtfull chaunce Sometime with vs, sometime with them abode: Till at the length our Generall gaue charge To found retreate, which made the hopefull Foe, Pursue regardlesse our retyring bands, That being knit together in firme ranke, A fresh pursude their stragling followers. Then fell their glory like the ripened corne, Before the Cickle and the Reapers hand: In briefe, some fled, most slaine, and many taken Haue left the honour to Booetia. To heauens and Sateros returne we thanks, For thy reward receiue this recompence: Our selues will forward to salute our friends, That fought for honour of Booetia. Sound Drum and Trumpet notes triumphantly, Heauens haue the honour for this victorie.