The Coronation Triumph (The Royal Entry of King James I into London) · chunk 1 of 2
Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1604 [Mar 15] (Annals) entertainment; royal entertainment or entry · before the Court unassigned nearest T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions · 538 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
TIme, Fate, and Fortune haue at length conspir'd, To giue our Age the day so much desir'd. What all the minutes, houres, weekes, months, and yeares, That hang in file vpon these siluer haires, Could not produce, beneath the Britaine stroke, The Roman, Saxon, Dane, and Norman yoke, This point of Time hath done. Now London reare Thy forehead high, and on it striue to weare Thy choisest gems; teach thy steepe Towres to rise Higher with people: set with sparkling eyes Thy spacious windowes; and in euery street, Let thronging ioy, loue, and amazement meet. Cleaue all the ayre with showtes, and let the cry Strike through as long, and vniuersally, As thunder; for, thou now art blist to see That sight, for which thou didst begin to be. When BRVTVS plough first gaue thee infant bounds, And I, thy GENIVS walk't auspicious rounds In euery furrow; then did I forelooke, And saw this day mark't white in CLOTHO'S booke. The seuerall circles, both of change and sway, Within this Isle, there also figur'd lay: Of which the greatest, perfectest, and last Was this, whose present happinesse we tast. Why keepe you silence daughters? What dull peace Is this inhabites you? Shall office cease Vpon th'aspect of him, to whom you owe More then you are, or can be? Shall TIME know That article, wherein your flame stood still, And not aspi'rd? Now heauen auert an ill Of that blacke looke. Ere pause possesse your brests I wish you more of plagues: "Zeale when it rests, Leaues to be zeale. Vp thou tame RIVER, wake; And from the liquid limbes this slumber shake: Thou drown'st thy selfe in inofficious sleepe; And these thy sluggish waters seeme to creepe, Rather than flow. Vp, rise, and swell with pride Aboue thy bankes. "Now is not euery tyde. TO what vaine end should I contend to show My weaker powers, when seas of pompe o'reflow The cities face: and couer all the shore With sands more rich than TAGVS wealthy ore? When in the flood of ioy, that comes with him, He drownes the world; yet makes it liue and swimme, And spring with gladnesse: not my fishes heere, Though they be dumbe, but doe expresse the cheere Of these bright streames. No lesse may these, and I Boast our delights, albe't we silent lie. INdeede, true gladnesse doth not alwayes speake: "Ioy bred, and borne but in the tongue, is weake. Yet (lest the feruor of so pure a flame As this my citie beares, might lose the name, Without the apt euenting of her heate) Know greatest IAMES (and no lesse good, than great.) In the behalfe of all my vertuous sonnes, Whereof my eldest there, thy pompe forerunnes, (A man without my flattering, or his pride, As worthy, as he's blest to be thy guide) In his graue name, and all his brethrens right, (Who thirst to drinke the nectar of thy sight) The councell, commoners, and multitude; (Glad, that this day so long deny'd, is view'd) I tender thee the heartiest welcome, yet That euer king had to his empires seate: Neuer came man, more long'd for, more desir'd: And being come, more reuerenc'd, lou'd, admir'd:
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TIme, Fate, and Fortune haue at length conspir'd, To giue our Age the day so much desir'd. What all the minutes, houres, weekes, months, and yeares, That hang in file vpon these siluer haires, Could not produce, beneath the Britaine stroke, The Roman, Saxon, Dane, and Norman yoke, This point of Time hath done. Now London reare Thy forehead high, and on it striue to weare Thy choisest gems; teach thy steepe Towres to rise Higher with people: set with sparkling eyes Thy spacious windowes; and in euery street, Let thronging ioy, loue, and amazement meet. Cleaue all the ayre with showtes, and let the cry Strike through as long, and vniuersally, As thunder; for, thou now art blist to see That sight, for which thou didst begin to be. When BRVTVS plough first gaue thee infant bounds, And I, thy GENIVS walk't auspicious rounds In euery furrow; then did I forelooke, And saw this day mark't white in CLOTHO'S booke. The seuerall circles, both of change and sway, Within this Isle, there also figur'd lay: Of which the greatest, perfectest, and last Was this, whose present happinesse we tast. Why keepe you silence daughters? What dull peace Is this inhabites you? Shall office cease Vpon th'aspect of him, to whom you owe More then you are, or can be? Shall TIME know That article, wherein your flame stood still, And not aspi'rd? Now heauen auert an ill Of that blacke looke. Ere pause possesse your brests I wish you more of plagues: "Zeale when it rests, Leaues to be zeale. Vp thou tame RIVER, wake; And from the liquid limbes this slumber shake: Thou drown'st thy selfe in inofficious sleepe; And these thy sluggish waters seeme to creepe, Rather than flow. Vp, rise, and swell with pride Aboue thy bankes. "Now is not euery tyde. TO what vaine end should I contend to show My weaker powers, when seas of pompe o'reflow The cities face: and couer all the shore With sands more rich than TAGVS wealthy ore? When in the flood of ioy, that comes with him, He drownes the world; yet makes it liue and swimme, And spring with gladnesse: not my fishes heere, Though they be dumbe, but doe expresse the cheere Of these bright streames. No lesse may these, and I Boast our delights, albe't we silent lie. INdeede, true gladnesse doth not alwayes speake: "Ioy bred, and borne but in the tongue, is weake. Yet (lest the feruor of so pure a flame As this my citie beares, might lose the name, Without the apt euenting of her heate) Know greatest IAMES (and no lesse good, than great.) In the behalfe of all my vertuous sonnes, Whereof my eldest there, thy pompe forerunnes, (A man without my flattering, or his pride, As worthy, as he's blest to be thy guide) In his graue name, and all his brethrens right, (Who thirst to drinke the nectar of thy sight) The councell, commoners, and multitude; (Glad, that this day so long deny'd, is view'd) I tender thee the heartiest welcome, yet That euer king had to his empires seate: Neuer came man, more long'd for, more desir'd: And being come, more reuerenc'd, lou'd, admir'd: