Hymenaei, or the Solemnities of Masque and Barriers at a Marriage (Truth versus Opinion) · chunk 3 of 4
Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1606 [Jan 5] (Annals) masque unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 484 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
O Know to end, as to beginne: A minutes losse, in loue, is sinne. These humours 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 conceal'd) Ere day, to be reueal'd. Then, know to end, as to beginne; A minutes losse, in loue, is sinne. HEre stay, and let your sports be crown'd: The perfect'st figure is the round. Nor fell you in it by aduenter, When REASON was your guide, and center. This, this that beauteous CESTON is Of louers many-colour'd blisse. Come HYMEN, make an inner ring, And let the sacrificers sing; Cheere vp the faint, and trembling Bride, That quakes to touch her Bridegroom's side: Tell her, what IVNO is to IOVE, The same shall shee be to her loue; His wife: which we doe rather measure A name of dignitie, then pleasure. Vp youths, hold vp your lights in ayre, And shake abroad their flaming hayre. Now moue vnited, and, in gate, As you (in paires) doe front the state, With gratefull honors, thanke his grace That hath so glorified the place: And as, in circle, you depart Link'd hand in hand; So, heart in heart, May all those bodies still remayne Whom he (with so much sacred payne) No lesse hath bound within his realmes Then they are with the OCEANS streames. Long may his VNION find increase As he, to ours, hath deign'd his peace. GLad time is at his point arriu'd, For which loues hopes were so long-liu'd. Lead HYMEN, lead away; And let no obiect stay, Nor banquets (but sweet kisses) The turtles from their blisses. 'Tis CVPID calls to arme; And this his last alarme. Shrinke not, soft Virgin, you will loue, Anon, what you so feare to proue. This is no killing warre, To which you pressed are; But fayre and gentle strife Which louers call their life. 'Tis CVPID cryes to arme; And this his last alarme. Helpe youths, and virgins, helpe to sing The prize, which HYMEN here doth bring, And did so lately rap From forth the mothers lap, To place her by that side Where shee must long abide. On HYMEN, HYMEN call, This night is HYMEN'S all. See, HESPERVS is yet in view! What starre can so deserue of you? Whose light doth still adorne Your Bride, that, ere the morne, Shall farre more perfect be, And rise as bright as he; When (like to him) her name Is chang'd, but not her flame. Haste, tender lady, and aduenter; The couetous house would haue you enter, That it might wealthy bee, And you, her mistris see: Haste your owne good to meet; And lift your golden feet Aboue the threshold, high, With prosperous agury. Now, youths, let goe your pretty armes; The place within chant's other charmes.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
O Know to end, as to beginne: A minutes losse, in loue, is sinne. These humours 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 conceal'd) Ere day, to be reueal'd. Then, know to end, as to beginne; A minutes losse, in loue, is sinne. HEre stay, and let your sports be crown'd: The perfect'st figure is the round. Nor fell you in it by aduenter, When REASON was your guide, and center. This, this that beauteous CESTON is Of louers many-colour'd blisse. Come HYMEN, make an inner ring, And let the sacrificers sing; Cheere vp the faint, and trembling Bride, That quakes to touch her Bridegroom's side: Tell her, what IVNO is to IOVE, The same shall shee be to her loue; His wife: which we doe rather measure A name of dignitie, then pleasure. Vp youths, hold vp your lights in ayre, And shake abroad their flaming hayre. Now moue vnited, and, in gate, As you (in paires) doe front the state, With gratefull honors, thanke his grace That hath so glorified the place: And as, in circle, you depart Link'd hand in hand; So, heart in heart, May all those bodies still remayne Whom he (with so much sacred payne) No lesse hath bound within his realmes Then they are with the OCEANS streames. Long may his VNION find increase As he, to ours, hath deign'd his peace. GLad time is at his point arriu'd, For which loues hopes were so long-liu'd. Lead HYMEN, lead away; And let no obiect stay, Nor banquets (but sweet kisses) The turtles from their blisses. 'Tis CVPID calls to arme; And this his last alarme. Shrinke not, soft Virgin, you will loue, Anon, what you so feare to proue. This is no killing warre, To which you pressed are; But fayre and gentle strife Which louers call their life. 'Tis CVPID cryes to arme; And this his last alarme. Helpe youths, and virgins, helpe to sing The prize, which HYMEN here doth bring, And did so lately rap From forth the mothers lap, To place her by that side Where shee must long abide. On HYMEN, HYMEN call, This night is HYMEN'S all. See, HESPERVS is yet in view! What starre can so deserue of you? Whose light doth still adorne Your Bride, that, ere the morne, Shall farre more perfect be, And rise as bright as he; When (like to him) her name Is chang'd, but not her flame. Haste, tender lady, and aduenter; The couetous house would haue you enter, That it might wealthy bee, And you, her mistris see: Haste your owne good to meet; And lift your golden feet Aboue the threshold, high, With prosperous agury. Now, youths, let goe your pretty armes; The place within chant's other charmes.