Lyly, John · published 1597 · first performed or written 1593 [1590-1595] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (first) · before the Court unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
A female shall you have my lovely swains, Like to yourselves, but of a purer mould: meanwhile go hence, and tend your tender flocks, And when I send her, see you hold her dear. Now Virgins put your hands to holy work, That we may frame new wonders to the world. When I arrayed this lifeless Image thus, It was decreed in my deep providence, To make it such as our Utopians crave, A mirror of the earth, and heavens despite, The matter first when it was void of form, Was purest water, earth, and air, and fire, And when I shaped it in a matchless mould, (Whereof the like was never seen before) It grew to this impression that you see, And wanteth nothing now but life and soul. But life and soul I shall inspire from heaven. So hold it fast, till with my quickening breath, I kindle inward seeds of sense and mind. Now fire be turned to choler, air to blood, Water to humour purer than itself, And earth to flesh more clear than Crystal rock. And Discord stand aloof, that Concord's hands, May join the spirit with the flesh in league. Now do I feel how life and inward sense, Imparteth motion unto every limb. Then let her stand or move or walk alone. Herein hath Nature gone beyond herself, And heaven will grudge at beauty of the earth, When it espies a second son below. Now every part performs her functions due, Except the tongue whose strings are yet untied. Discord, unlose her tongue, to serve her turn, For in distress that must be her defence: And from that root will many mischiefs grow, If once she spot her state of innocence. Hail heavenly Queen, the author of all good, Whose will hath wrought in me the fruits of life, And filled me with an understanding soul, To know the difference twixt good and bad. I make thee for a solace unto men, And see thou follow our commanding will. Now art thou Nature's glory and delight, Compact of every heavenly excellence: Thou art endowed with Saturn's deep conceit, Thy mind as haught as Jupiter's high thoughts, Thy stomach Lion-like, like Mauors heart, Thine eyes bright beamed, like Sol in his array, Thy cheeks more fair, then are fair Venus' cheeks, Thy tongue more eloquent than Mercury's, Thy forehead whiter than the silver Moons: Thus have I robbed the Planets for thy sake. Besides all this, thou hast proud Juno's arms, Aurora's hands, and lovely Thetis foot: Use all these well, and Nature is thy friend, But use them ill, and Nature is thy foe. Now that thy name may suit thy qualities, I give to thee Pandora for thy name. What creature have we here? a new found god? A second man, less perfect than the first? A woman this forsooth, but made in haste, To rob us Planets of our ornaments. Is this the Saint, that steals my Juno's arms?
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A female shall you haue my louely swaines, Like to your selues, but of a purer moulde: Meane while go hence, and tend your tender flocks, And when I send her, see you holde her deare. Now Virgins put your hands to holy worke, That we may frame new wonders to the world. VVhen I arayde this lifelesse Image thus, It was decreed in my deepe prouidence, To make it such as our Utopians craue, A merror of the earth, and heauens dispight, The matter first when it was voyde of forme, Was purest water, earth, and ayre, and fyre, And when I shapt it in a matchlesle mould, (VVhereof the lyke was neuer seene before) It grew to this impression that you see, And wanteth nothing now but life and sowle. But life and soule I shall inspire from heauen. So hold it fast, till with my quickning breath, I kindle inward seeds of sence and minde. Now fire be turnd to choler, ayre to bloud, VVater to humor purer then it selfe, And earth to flesh more cleare then Christall rock. And Discord stand aloofe, that Concords hands, May ioyne the spirit with the flesh in league. Now do I feele how life and inward sence, Imparteth motion vnto euery limme. Then let her stand or moue or walke alone. Herein hath Nature gone beyond her selfe, And heauen will grudge at beautie of the earth, VVhen it espies a second sonne belowe. Now euerie part performes her functions dew, Except the tongue whose strings are yet vntyed. Discorde, vnlose her tongue, to serue her turne, For in distresse that must be her defence: And from that roote will many mischiefes growe, If once she spot her state of innocence. Haile heauenly Queene, the author of all good, VVhose wil hath wrought in me the fruits of life, And fild me with an vnderstanding soule, To know the difference twixt good and bad. I make thee for a solace vnto men, And see thou follow our commaunding will. Now art thou Natures glory and delight, Compact of euery heauenly excellence: Thou art indowd with Saturns deepe conceit▪ Thy minde as hawte as Iupiters high thoughts, Thy stomack Lion-like, like Mauors hart, Thine eyes bright beamde, like Sol in his array, Thy cheekes more fayre, then are faire Uenus cheekes, Thy tongue more eloquent then Mercuries, Thy forehead whiter then the siluer Moones: Thus haue I robd the Planets for thy sake. Besides all this, thou hast proud Iunoes armes, Auroraes hands, and louely Thetis foote: Vse all these well, and Nature is thy friend, But vse them ill, and Nature is thy foe. Now that thy name may suite thy qualities, I giue to thee Pandora for thy name. VVhat creature haue we heere? a new found gawde? A second man, lesse perfect then the first? A woman this forsooth, but made in hast, To robbe vs Planets of our ornaments. Is this the Saint, that steales my Iunoes armes?