Hymenaei, or the Solemnities of Masque and Barriers at a Marriage (Truth versus Opinion) · chunk 3 of 8
Jonson, Ben · published 1606 · first performed or written 1606 [Jan 5] (Annals) masque · before the Court unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 541 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
COnvey them, ORDER, to their places, And rank them so, in several traces, As they may set their mixed Powers Unto the Music of the Hours; And THESE, by joining with them, know In better temper how to flow: Whilst I (from their abstracted Names) Report the virtues of the Dames. First a CURIS comes to deck the Bride's fair Tress. Care of the ointments b VNXIA doth profess. JUGA, her office to make One of twain: GAMELIA sees that they should so remain. Fair e ITERDUCA leads the Bride her way; And DOMIDUCA home her steps doth stay: CINXIA the Maid, quit of her Zone defends; TELIA (for HYMEN) perfects all, and ends. NOw, now begin to set Your spirits in active heat; And, since your Hands are met, Instruct your nimble Feet, In motions swift, and meet, The happy ground to beat: Whilst all this Roof doth ring, And each discording String, With every varied Voice, In VNION doth rejoice. Such was a the Golden Chain let down from Heaven; And not those Links more even, Than these: so sweetly tempered, so combined By VNION, and refined. Here no Contention, Envy, Grief, Deceit, Fear, jealousy have weight; But all is Peace, and Love, and Faith, and Bliss: What Harmony like this? The Gall, behind the Altar quite is thrown; This Sacrifice hath none. Now no Affections rage, nor Humours swell; But all composed dwell. O JUNO, HYMEN, HYMEN, JUNO! who Can merit with you two? Without your presence, VENUS can do nought, Save what with shame is bought: No Father can himself a Parent show, Nor any House with prosperous Issue grow. O then! What Deities will dare With HYMEN, or with JUNO to compare? Think, yet, how Night doth waste, How much of Time is past, What more than winged hast yourselves would take, If you were but to taste The joy, the Night doth cast (O might it ever last) On this bright Virgin, and her happy Make. See, see! the bright a Idalian Star, That lighteth Lovers to their War, Complains, that you her influence loose; While thus the Night-sports you abuse. THe longing Bridegroom, b in the Porch, Shows you again, the bated Torch; And thrice hath JUNO c mixed her Air With Fire, to summon your repair. SEe, now she clean withdraws her Light; And (as you should) gives place tonight: That spreads her broad, and blackest wing Upon the world, and comes to bring A d thousand several-coloured Loves, Some like Sparrows, some like Doves, That hop about the nuptial-room, And fluttering there (against you come) Warm the chaste Bower, which e CYPRIA strews, With many a Lily, many a Rose. HAste therefore, haste, and call, Away: The gentle Night is priest to pay The usury of long Delights, She owes to these protracted Rites. O Know to end, as to begin: A minute's loss, in Love, is sin. These Humours will the Night out wear In their own Pastimes here; You do our Rites much wrong, In seeking to Prolong These outward Pleasures: The Night hath other Treasures Then these (though long concealed) Ere day, to be revealed. Then, know to end, as to begin; A minute's loss, in Love, is sin.
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COnvey them, ORDER, to their places, And ranke them so, in severall traces, As they may set their mixed Powers Vnto the Musique of the Howers; And THESE, by ioyning with them, know In better temper how to flow: Whilst I (from their abstracted Names) Report the vertues of the Dames. First CVRIS comes to decke the Brides faire Tresse. Care of the oyntments VNXIA doth professe. IVGA, her office to make One of Twaine: GAMELIA sees that they should so remaine. Faire ITERDVCA leades the Bride her way; And DOMIDVCA home her steppes doth stay: CINXIA the Maid, quit of her Zone defends; TELIA (for HYMEN) perfects all, and ends. NOw, now beginne to set Your spirits in active heate; And, since your Hands are met, Instruct your nimble Feete, In motions swift, and meete, The happy ground to beate: Whilst all this Roofe doth ring, And ech discording String, With every varied Voyce, In VNION doth reiyce. SVch was the Golden Chaine let down from Heaven; And not those Linkes more even, Then these: so sweetly temper'd, so combin'd By VNION, and refin'd. Here no Contention, Envie, Griefe, Deceipt, Feare, Iealousie have weight; But all is Peace, and Love, and Faith, and Blisse: What Harmony like this? The Gall, behinde the Altar quite is throwne; This Sacrifice hath none. Now no Affections rage, nor Humors swell; But all composed dwell. O IVNO, HYMEN, HYMEN, IVNO! who Can merit with you two? Without your presence, VENVS can doe nought, Save what with shame is bought: No Father can himselfe a Parent show, Nor any House with prosp'rous Issue grow. O then! What Deities will dare With HYMEN, or with IVNO to compare? Thinke, yet, how Night doth wast, How much of Time is past, What more then winged hast Your selves would take, If you were but to tast The ioy, the Night doth cast (O might it ever last) On this bright Virgin, and her happy Make. SSee, see! the bright Idalian Starre, That lighteth Lovers to their Warre, Complaines, that you her influence loose; While thus the Night-sports you abuse. THe longing Bridegroome, in the Porch, Shewes you againe, the bated Torch; And thrice hath IVNO mixt her Ayre With Fire, to sommon your repaire. SEe, now she cleane withdrawes her Light; And (as you should) gives place to Night: That spreades her broad, and blackest wing Vpon the world, and comes to bring A thousand severall-colour'd Loves, Some like Sparrowes, some like Doves, That hop about the Nuptiall-Roome, And flutt'ring there (against you come) Warme the chaste Bowre, which CYPRIA strowes, With many a Lilly, many a Rose. HAste therefore, haste, and call, Away: The gentle Night is prest to pay The vsurie of long Delights, She owes to these protracted Rites. O Know to end, as to beginne: A Minutes losse, in Love, is sinne. These Humors will the Night out weare In their owne Pastimes here; You doe our Rites much wrong, In seeking to Prolong These outward Pleasures: The Night hath other Treasures Then these (though long concea'ld) Ere day, to be reveal'd. Then, know to end, as to beginne; A Minutes losse, in Love, is sinne.