Dekker, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [Nov 9-30, payment] (Annals) romance · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men · before the Court T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions typicality 0.79 · 475 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
Fortune thouart vanquished: sacred deity, O now pronounce who wins the victory, And yet that sentence needs not, since alone, Your virtuous presence Vice hath overthrown, Yet to confirm the conquest on your side, Look but on Fortunatus and his sons Of all the wealth those gallants did possess, Only poor Shadow is left comfortless, Their glory's faded and their golden pride. Only poor Shadow tells how poor they died. All that they had, or mortal men can have, Sends only but a Shadow from the grave. Virtue alone lives still, and lives in you, I am a counterfeit. you are the true, I am a Shadow, at your feet I fall, Begging for these, and these, myself and all. All these that thus do kneel before your eyes, Are shadows like myself, dread Nymph it lies In you to make us substances. O do it, Virtue I am sure you love, she woes you to it. I read a verdict in your Sunlike eyes, And this it is: Virtue the victory. All loudly cry, Virtue the victory. Virtue the victory: for joy of this, Those self same hymns which you to Fortune sung Let them be now in virtues honour rung. Virtue smiles: cry holiday, Dimples on her cheeks do dwell, Virtue frowns, cry welladay, Her love is Heaven, her hate is Hell. Since heaven and hell obey her power, Tremble when her eyes do lower. Since heaven and hell her power obey, Where she smiles, cry holiday, Holiday with joy we cry, And bend, and bend, and merrily, Sing hymns to virtues deity: Sing hymns to virtues deity. NAy stay, poor pilgrims, when I entered first The circle of this bright celestial Sphere, I wept for joy, now I could weep for fear. I fear we all like mortal men shall prove Weak (not in love) but in expressing love. Let every one beg once more on his knee, One pardon for himself, and one for me, For I enticed you hither: O dear Goddess, breath life in our numbed spirits with one smile, And from this cold earth, we with lively souls Shall rise like men (new-born) & make heaven sound With Hymns sung to thy name, and prayers that we May once a year so oft enjoy this sight, Till these young boys change their curled locks to white, And when gray-winged Age sits on their heads, That so their children may supply their Steads, And that heavens great Arithmetician, (Who in the Scales of Number ways the world) May still to forty two, and one year more, And still add one to one, that went before, And multiply four tens by many a ten: To this I cry Amen. Amen, Amen. Good night (dear mistress) those that wish thee harm, Thus let them stoop under destruction's arm. Amen, Amen, Amen.
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Fortune th'art vanquisht: sarred deitie, O now pronounce who winnes the victorie, And yet that sentence needes not, since alone, Your vertuous presence Uice hath ouer-throwne, Yet to confirme the conquest on your side, Looke but on Fortunatus and his sonnes Of all the welth those gallants did possesse, Onely poore Shaddow is left comfortlesse, Their glorye's faded and their golden pride. Only poore Shadow tels how poore they died. All that they had, or mortall men can haue, Sends onely but a Shaddow from the graue. Uertue alone liues still, and liues in you, I am a counterfeit. you are the true, I am a Shaddow, at your feete I fall, Begging for these, and these, my selfe and all. All these that thus doe kneele before your eyes, Are shaddowes like my selfe, dred Nymph it lyes In you to make vs substances. O doe it, Uertue I am sure you loue, shee woes you to it. I read a verdict in your Sun-like eyes, And this it is: Uertue the victorie. All loudly cry, Uertue the victorie. Uertue the victorie: for ioy of this, Those selfe same himnes which you to Fortune sung Let them be now in Uertues honour rung▪ Uertue smiles: crie hollyday, Dimples on her cheekes doe dwell, Uertue frownes, crie wellada, Her loue is Heauen, her hate is Hell. Since heau'n and hell obey her power, Tremble when her eyes doe lowre. Since heau'n and hell her power obay, Where shee smiles, crie hollyday, Hollyday with ioy we crie, And bend, and bend, and merily, Sing hymnes to vertues deitie: Sing hymnes to Uertues deitie. NAy stay, poore pilgrims, when I entred first The circle of this bright celestiall Sphaere, I wept for ioy, now I could weepe for feare. I feare we all like mortall men shall proue Weake (not in loue) but in expressing loue. Let euery one beg once more on his knee, One pardon for himselfe, and one for mee, For I intie'd you hither: O deere Goddesse, Breathe life in our nombd spirits with one smile, And from this cold earth, we with liuely soules Shal rise like men (new-borne) & make heau'n sound With Hymnes sung to thy name, and praiers that we May once a yeere so oft enioy this sight, Til these yōg boyes change their curld locks to white, And when gray-winged Age sits on their heads, That so their children may supply their Steads, And that heau'ns great Arithmetician, (Who in the Scales of Nomber weyes the world) May still to fortie two, and one yeere more, And stil adde one to one, that went before, And multiply fowre tennes by many a ten: To this I crie Amen. Amen, Amen. Good night (deere mistris) those that wish thee harme, Thus let them stoope vnder destructions arme. Amen, Amen, Amen.