Hymenaei, or the Solemnities of Masque and Barriers at a Marriage (Truth versus Opinion) · chunk 8 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 · 519 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
ay, Do: it were not safe thou shouldst abide: This speaks thy Name, with shame to quit thy side. PRinces, attend a tale of height, and wonder. TRUTH is descended in a second Thunder, And now will greet you, with judicial state, To grace the Nuptial part in this debate; And end with reconciled hands these wars. Upon her head she wears a Crown of Stars, Through which her orient Hair waves to her waist, By which believing Mortals hold her fast, And in those golden Chords are carried even Till with her breath she blows them up to Heaven. She wears a Robe enchased with Eagles Eyes, To signify her sight in Mysteries; Upon each shoulder sits a milk white Dove, And at her feet do witty Serpents move: Her spacious Arms do reach from East to West, And you may see her Heart shine through her breast. Her right hand holds a Sun with burning Rays, Her left a curious bunch of golden keys, With which Heaven Gates she locketh, and displays. A Crystal Mirror hangeth at her breast, By which men's Consciences are searched, and dressed: On her Coach wheels Hypocrisy lies racked; And squint-eyed Slander, with vainglory backed Her bright Eyes burn to dust: in which shines Fate. An Angel ushers her triumphant Gate, Whilst with her finger's Fans of Stars she twists, And with them beats back Error, clad in mists. Eternal Unity behind her shines That Fire, and Water, Earth, and Air combines. Her voice is like a Trumpet loud, and shrill, Which bids all sounds in Earth, and Heaven be still. And see! descended from her Chariot now, In this related Pomp she visits you. Honour to all, that Honour Nuptials. To whose fair Lot, in justice, now it falls, That this my Counterfeit be here disclosed, Who, for Virginity hath herself opposed. Nor, though my Brightness do undo her Charms, Let these her Knights think, that their equal Arms Are wronged therein;" For Valour wins applause That dares, but to maintain the weaker Cause. And Princes, see, 'tis mere OPINION, That in TRVTH'S forced rob, for TRUTH hath gone! Her gaudy Colours, pieced, with many Folds, Show what uncertainties she ever holds: Vanish Adulterate TRUTH, and never dare With proud Maids praise, to press where Nuptials are. And Champions, since you see the Truth I held, To Sacred HYMEN, reconciled, yield: Nor, (so to yield,) think it the least Despite " It is a Conquest to submit to Right. This Royal judge of our Contention Will prop, I know, what I have under gone; To whose right Sacred Highness I resign Low, at his feet, this Starry Crown of mine, To show his Rule, and judgement is divine; These Doves to him I consecrate withal, To note his Innocence, without spot, or gall; These Serpents, for his Wisdom; and these Rays, To show his piercing Splendour; These bright Keys, Designing Power to ope the ported Skies, And speak their Glories to his subjects' Eyes. Lastly, this Heart, with which all Hearts be true: And TRUTH in him make Treason ever rue.
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I, Doe: it were not safe thou shouldst abide: This speakes thy Name, with shame to quit thy side. PRinces, attend a tale of height, and wonder. TRVTH is descended in a second Thunder, And now will greete you, with ludiciall state, To grace the Nuptiall part in this debate; And end with reconciled hands these warres. Vpon her head she weares a Crowne of Starres, Through which her orint Hayre waves to her wast, By which beleeving Mortalls hold her fast, And in those golden Chordes are carried even Till with her breath she blowes them vp to Heaven. She weares a Roabe enchas'd with Eagles Eyes, To signifie her sight in Mysteries; Vpon each shoulder sits a milke white Dove, And at her feete doe witty Serpents move: Her spacious Armes doe reach from East to West, And you may see her Heart shine through her breast. Her right hand holds a Sunne with burning Rayes, Her left a curious bunch of golden Kayes, With which Heav'n Gates she locketh, and displayes. A Cristall Mirror hangeth at her brest, By which mens Consciences are search'd, and drest: On her Coach wheeles Hypocrisie lies rackt; And squint-eyd Slander, with Vaine-Glory backt Her bright Eyes burne to dust: in which shines Fate. An Angel vshers hir triumphant Gate, Whilst with her fingers Fannes of Starres she twists, And with them beates backe Error, clad in mists. Eternall Vnity behind her shines That Fire, and Water, Earth, and Ayre combines. Her voyce is like a Trumpet lowd, and shrill, Which bids all sounds in Earth, and Heav'n be still. And see! descended from her Chariot now, In this related Pompe she visits you. Honor to all, that Honor Nuptialls. To whose faire Lot, in ustice, now it falls, That this my Counterfeit be here disclos'd, Who, for Virginity hath her selfe oppos'd. Nor, though my Brightnesse doe vndoe her Charmes, Let these her Knights thinke, that their equall Armes Are wrong'd therein; "For Valure wins applause "That dares, but to maint aine the weaker Cause. And Princes, see, tis meere OPINION, That in TRVTH'S forced Robe, for TRVTH hath gone! Her gaudy Colours, peec'd, with many Folds, Shew what vncer tainties she ever holds: Vanish Adult'rate TRVTH, and never dare With prowd Maydes prayse, to prease where Nuptialls are. And Champions, since you see the Truth I held, To Sacred HYMEN, reconciled, yeeld: Nor, (so to yeld,) thinke it the least Despight "It is a Conquest to submit to Right. This Royall Iudge of our Contention Will prop, I know, what I have vnder gone; To whose right Sacred Highnesse Iresigne Low, at his feete, this Starry Crowne of mine, To shew his Rule, and Iudgement is diuine; These Doves to him I consecrate withall, To note his Innocence, without spot, or gall; These Serpents, for his Wisedome▪ and these Rayes, To shew his piercing Splendor; These bright Keyes, Designing Power to ope the ported Skies, And speake their Gloris to his Subjects Eyes. Lastly, this Heart, with which all Hearts be true: And TRVTH in him make Treason ever rue.