Dekker, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [Nov 9-30, payment] (Annals) romance · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions · 564 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
Stay, Fortunatus, once more hear me speak, If thou kiss wisdoms cheek and make her thine, she'll breathe into thy lips divinity, And thou (like Phoebus) shalt speak Oracle, Thy heaven-inspired soul, on wisdoms wings, Shall fly up to the Parliament of Ioue, And read the Statutes of eternity, And see what's past, and learn what is to come. If thou lay claim to strength, Armies shall quake, To see thee frown: as Kings at mine do lie, So shall thy feet trample on Empery; Make Health thine object, thou shalt be strong proof, 'gainst the deep searching darts of surfeiting. Be ever merry, ever reveling, Wish but for beauty, and within thine eyes, Two naked Cupids amorously shall swim, And on thy cheeks i'll mix such white and red, That Ioue shall turn away young Ganymede, And with immortal arms shall circle thee. Are thy desires long life? thy vital thread shallbe stretched out, thou shalt behold the change Of Monarchies, and see those children die, Whose great great Grandsires now in cradles lie. If through Golds sacred hunger thou dost pine, Those gilded wantonness which in swarms do run, To warm their slender bodies in the sun, Shall stand for number of those golden piles, Which in rich pride shall swell before thy feet, As those are; so shall these be infinite. Awaken then thy soul's best faculties, And gladly kiss this bounteous hand of Fate, Which strives to bless thy name of Fortunate. Old man, take heed, her smiles will murder thee Old man, she'll crown thee with felicity. Oh, whither am I wrapped beyond myself? More violent conflicts fight in every thought, Than his whose fatal choice Troy's downfall wrought. Shall I contract myself to wisdoms love? Then I lose riches: And a wiseman poor, Is like a sacred book that's never read, To himself he lives, and to all else seems dead. This age thinks better of a gilded fool, Then of a thread bare Saint in wisdoms school. I will be strong: than I refuse long life, And though mine arm should conquer twenty worlds, There's a lean fellow beats all conquerors: The greatest strength expires with loss of breath. The mightiest (in one minute) stoop to death. Then take long life, or Health: should I do so, I might grow ugly, and that tedious Scroll Of Months and years, much misery may unroll: Therefore i'll beg for beauty; yet I will not, The fairest cheek hath oftentimes a soul Leprous as sin itself; then hell more foul. The wisdom of this world is Idiotism, Strength a weak reed: Health sickness enemy, (And it at length will have the victory.) Beauty is but a painting, and long life Is a long journey in December gone, Tedious and full of tribulation. Therefore dread sacred Empress make me rich, My choice is store of gold; the rich are wise. He that upon his bark rich garments wears, Is wise, though on his head grow Midas' ears. Gold is the strength, the sinews of the world, The Health, the soul, the beauty most divine, A mask of Gold hides all deformities; Gold is heavens physic, life's restorative, Oh therefore make me rich: Not as the wretch, That only serves lean banquets to his eye, Has Gold, yet starves: is famished in his store: No, let me ever spend, be never poor.
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Staie, Fortunatus, once more heare me speake, If thou kisse wisedomes chéeke and make her thine, Shéele breath into thy lips diuinitie, And thou (like Phebus) shalt speake Oracle, Thy heauen-inspired soule, on wisedomes ngs, Shall flie vp to the Parliament of Ioue, And read the Statutes of eternitie, And sée whats past, and learne what is to come. If thou lay claime to strength, Armies shall quake, To see thée frowne: as Kings at mine doe lie, So shall thy féete trample on Emperie; Make Health thine obiest, thou shalt be strong proofe, Gainst the deepe searching darts of surfetting. Be euer merrie, euer reuelling, Wish but for beautie, and within thine eyes, Two naked Cupids amorousty shall swim, And on thy chéekes ile mixe such white and red, That Ioue shall turne away young Ganimede, And with immortall armes shall circle thée. Are thy desires long life? thy vitall thread Shalbe stretcht out, thou shalt behold the chaunge Of Monarchies, and sée those children die, Whose great great Graundsires now in cradles lie. If through Golds sacred hunger thou dost pine, Those gilded wantons which in swarmes doe runne, To warme their slender bodies in the sunne, Shall stand for number of those golden piles, Which in rich pride shall swell before thy féete, As those are; so shall these be infinite. Awaken then thy soules best faculties, And gladly kisse this bounteous hand of Fate, Which striues to blesse thy name of Fortunate. Old man, take héede, her smiles wil murder thée Old man, shéele crowne thée with felicitie. Oh, whither am I wrap't beyond my selfe? More violent conflicts fight in e'rie thought, Than his whose fatall choice Troyes downfall wrought. Shall I contract my selfe to wisedomes loue? Then I lose riches: And a wiseman poore, Is like a sacred booke thats neuer read, To himselfe he liues, and to all els séemes dead. This age thinks better of a gilded foole, Then of a thréed bare Saint in wisedomes schoole. I will be strong: then I refuse long life, And though mine arme should conquer twentie worlds, Theres a leane fellow beates all conquerours: The greatest strength expires with losse of breath. The mightiest (in one minute) stoope to death. Then take long life, or Health: should I doe so, I might grow vgly, and that tedious Scrole Of Months and yeeres, much miserie may enrole: Therefore ile beg for beautie; yet I will not, The fairest chéeke hath oftentimes a soule Leaprous as sinne it selfe; then hell more foule. The wisedome of this world is Idiotisme, Strength a weake réede: Health sicknesse enemie, (And it at length will haue the victorie.) Beautie is but a painting, and long life Is a long iorney in December gon, Tedious and full of tribulation. Therefore dread sacred Empresse make me rich, My choice is store of gold; the rich are wise. He that vpon his barke rich garments weares, Is wise, though on his head grow Midas eares. Gold is the strength, the sinnewes of the world, The Health, the soule, the beautie most diuine, A maske of Gold hides all deformities; Gold is heauens phisicke, lifes restoratiue, Oh therefore make me rich: Not as the wretch, That onely serues leane banquets to his eye, Has Gold, yet starues: is famisht in his store: No, let me euer spend, be neuer poore.