Jonson, Ben · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) · Blackfriars T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.75 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Yet Iulia, if thou wilt, A little longer stay. I am content. O mighty Ovid! what the sway of Heaven Can not retire, my breath hath turned back. Who shall go first, my Love? my passionate Eyes Will not endure to see thee turn from me. If thou go first, my soul will follow thee. Then we must stay. Ay me; there is no stay In amorous pleasures: if both stay, both die. I hear thy father; hence my Deity. Fear forgeth sounds in my deluded ears; I did not hear him: I am mad with love. There is no Spirit, under heaven, that works With such illusion; yet such witchcraft kill me, Ere a sound mind, without it, save my life. Here, on my knees, I worship the blessed Place That held my Goddess; and the loving Air, That closed her body in his silken arms: Vain Ovid; kneel not to the Place, nor Air; she's in thy heart: Rise then, and worship there. The truest wisdom silly men can have, Is dotage, on the follies of their flesh. WE, that have conquered still, to save the conquered, And loved to make inflictions feared, not felt; Grieved to reprove, and joyful to reward, More proud of Reconcilement, than Revenge, Resume into the late state of our Love, Worthy Cornelius Gallus, and Tibullus: You both are Knights; and you, Cornelius', A Soldier of Renown; and the first Provost, That ever let our Roman Eagles fly On swarthy Egypt, quarried with her spoils. Yet (not to bear cold Forms, nor men's out-terms, Without the inward fires, and lives of men) You both have Virtues, shining through your Shapes; To show, your Titles are not writ on Posts, Or hollow Statues, which the best men are, Without Promethean stuff reached from Heaven. Sweet Poësies sacred Garlands crown your Knighthoods: Which is, of all the Faculties on Earth, The most abstract, and perfect; if she be True borne, and nursed with all the Sciences; She can so mould Rome, and her Monuments, Within the liquid Marble of her Lines, That they shall stand fresh, and miraculous, Even, when they mix with innovating dust: In her sweet streams shall our brave Roman spirits Chase, and swim after Death, with their choice deeds Shining on their white shoulders; and therein Shall Tiber, and our famous Rivers fall With such attraction, that th'ambitious Line Of the round World shall to her Centre shrink, To hear their Music: And for these high Parts, Cesar shall reverence the Pierian Artes. Your majesties high Grace to Poesy, Shall stand 'gainst all the dull detractions Of leaden Souls; who (for the vain assume Of some, quite worthless of her sovereign wreaths) Contain her worthiest Prophets in contempt. Happy is Rome of all Earth's other States, To have so true, and great a precedent, For her inferior spirits to imitate, As Caesar is; who addeth to the Sun, Influence, and lustre; in increasing thus His inspirations, kindling fire in us.
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Yet Iulia, if thou wilt, A little longer ſtay. I am content. O mightie Ouid! what the ſway of Heauen Could not retire, my breath hath turned back. Who ſhall goe firſt, my Loue? my paſſionate Eyes VVill not endure to ſee thee turne from mee. If thou goe firſt, my ſoule will follow thee. Then wee muſt ſtay. Aye me; there is no ſtay In amorous pleaſures: if both ſtay, both die. I heare thy father; hence my Deitie. Feare forgeth ſoundes in my deluded eares; I did not heare him: I am mad with Loue. There is no Spirit, vnder heauen, that workes VVith ſuch illuſion; yet ſuch witchcraft kill mee, Ere a ſound minde, without it, ſaue my life. Here, on my knees, I worſhippe the bleſt Place That held my Goddeſſe; and the louing Aire, That cloſ'd her bodie in his ſilken armes: Vaine Ouid; kneele not to the Place, nor Ayre; Shee's in thy hart: Riſe then, and worſhippe there. "The trueſt wiſdome ſillie men can haue, "Is dotage, on the follies of their fleſh. VVE, that haue cōquer'd ſtil, to ſaue the cōquer'd, And lou'd to make inflictions feard, not felt; Grieu'd to reprooue, and ioyfull to reward, More proud of Reconcilement, then Reuenge, Reſume into the late ſtate of our Loue, VVorthy Cornelius Gallus, and Tibullus: You both are Knightes; and you, Cornelius, A Souldier of Renowne; and the firſt Prouoſt, That euer let our Romane Eagles fly On ſwarthy Egypt, quarried with her ſpoyles. Yet (not to beare colde Formes, nor mens out-termes, Without the inward fires, and Liues of men) You both haue Vertues, ſhining through your Shapes; To ſhewe, your Titles are not writ on Poſtes, Or hollow Statues, which the beſt men are, Without Promethean ſtuffings reacht from Heauen. Sweete Poëſies ſacred Gyrlands crowne your Knighthoodes: VVhich is, of all the Faculties on Earth, The moſt abſtract, and perfect; if ſhee be True borne, and nurſt with all the Sciences; She can ſo mould Rome, and her Monuments, Within the liquid Marble of her Lines, That they ſhall ſtand freſh, and miraculous, Euen, when they mixe with innouating duſt: In her ſweete ſtreames ſhall our braue Romane ſpirits Chace, and ſwimme after Death, with their choyſe deedes Shining on their white ſhoulders; and therein Shall Tyber, and our famous Riuers fall With ſuch attraction, that th'ambitious Line Of the round World ſhall to her Center ſhrinke, To heare their Muſicke: And for theſe high Parts, Ceſar ſhall reuerence the Pierian Artes. Your Maieſties high Grace to Poëſie, Shall ſtand 'gainſt all the dull detractions Of leaden Soules; who (for the vaine aſſumings Of ſome, quite worthleſſe of her ſoueraigne wreaths) Conteine her worthieſt Prophets in contempt. Happie is Rome of all Earths other States, To haue ſo true, and great a preſident, For her inferiour ſpirits to imitate, As Caeſar is; who addeth to the Sunne, Influence, and luſtre; in encreaſing thus His inſpirations, kindling fire in vs.