Lingua, or The Combat of the Tongue and the Five Senses for Superiority · chunk 29 of 51
Tomkis, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 [1602-1607] (Annals) comedy; allegory unassigned nearest T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
Let him alone, his musical head is always full of odd crotchets. Did you mark the dainty driving of the last point, an excellent maintaining of the song, by the choice timpan of mine ear, I never heard a better, hist, st▪ st, hark, why there's a caden●eable to ravish the dullest Stoic. I know not, what to think on him. There how sweetly the plane-song was dissolved into descant, and how easily they came of with the last rest, hark, hark▪ the bitter sweetest Achromaticke. Audatus. Thanks good Apollo for this timely grace, never couldst thou in fitter: O more than most musical narmony, O most admirable consort, have you no ears? do you not hear this music? It may be good, but in my opinion, they rest too long in the beginning. Are you then deaf? do you not yet perceive the wondrous sound the heavenly orbs do make with their continual motion, hark, hark, O honey sweet. What tune do they play? Why such a tune as never was, nor ever shallbe heard, mark now, now mark, now, now. PHAN. List, list▪ list. Hark O, sweet, sweet sweet. List how my heart envies my happy ears, hisht, by the gold strung harp of Apollo, I hear the celestial music of the spheres, as plainly as ever Pythagoras did, O most excellent diapason good, good, good, It plays fortune my ●oe, as distinctly as may be. As the fool thinketh, so the bell clinketh I protest I hear no more than a post. What, the Lavalta hay? nay if the heavens fiddle, Fancy must needs dance. Prithee sit still, thou must dance nothing but the passing measures. Memory do you hear this harmony of the spheres? Not now my Lord, but I remember about some 4000. years ago, when the Sky was first made, we heard very prefectly. By the same token the first tune the planets played, I remeneber Venus the treble ran sweet diusion upon Saturn the base. The first tune they played was Sellenger's round, in memory whereof ever since, it hath been called the beginning of the world. How comes it we cannot hear it now. Our ears are so well acquainted with the sound, that we never mark it. As I remember the Egyptian Catadupes never heard the roping of the fall of Nilus, because the noise is so familiar unto them. Have you no other objects to judge by, than these Auditus? This is the rarest and most exquisite, Most spherical, divine, angelical, But since your duller ears cannot perceive it: May it please your Lordship to with draw yourself, Unto this neighbouring grove, there shall you see: How the sweet treble, of the chirping birds, And the soft stirring of the moved leaves. Running delightful descant to the sound, Of the base murmuring of the bubbling brook, Becomes a consort of good instruments. While twenty babbling echoes round about, Out of the stony concave of their mouth: Restore the vanished music of each close, And fill your ears full with redoubled pleasure▪
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Let him alone, his musicall head is alwaies full of od rotchets. Did you marke the dainty dryuing of the last pointe, an excellent maintayning of the songe, by the choise timpan of mine eare, I neuer eard a better, hist, st▪ st, hearke, why theres a cadeneable to auish the dullest Stoicke. I know not, what to thinke on him. There how sweetly the plane-song was dissolued into descant, and how easily they came of with the last rest, hearke, hearke▪ the itter sweetest Achromaticke. Audatus. Thankes good Apollo for this timely grace, neuer could'st thou in fiter: O more then most musicall narmony, O most admirable consort, haue you no eaes? doe you not heare this musicke? It may bee good, but in my opinion, they rest too long in the beginning. Are you then deafe? do you not yet perceiue the wondrous sound the heauenly orbes do make with their continuall motion, hearke, hearke, O hony sweete. What tune do they play? Why such a tune as neuer was, nor euer shalbe heard, marke now, now marke, now, now. PHAN. List, list▪ list. Hearke O, sweete, sweete sweete. List how my heart enuies my happy eares, hisht, by the gold strung harpe of Apollo, I heare the celestiall musicke of the spheares, as plainely as euer Pithagoras did, O most excellent diapason good, good, good, It plaies fortune my oe, as distinctly as may be. As the foole thinketh, so the bell clinketh I protest I heare no more then a post. What, the Laualta hay? nay if the heauens fiddle, Phansy must needes dance. Prethe sit stil, thou must dance nothing but the passing measures. Memory do you heare this harmony of the spheares? Not now my Lord, but I remember about some 4000. yeares ago, whē the Skie was first made, we heard very prefectly. By the same token the first tune the planets plaied, I remēeber Venus the treble ran sweet diusion vpō Saturne the base. The first tune they plaied was Sellengers roūd, in memory wherof euer since, it hath beene called the beginning of the world. How comes it we cannot heare it now. Our eares are so well acquainted with the sounde, that we neuer marke it. As I remember the Egiptian Catadupes neuer heard the ronge of the fall of Nilus, because the noise is so familiar vnto them. Haue you no other obiects to iudge by, then these Auditu? This is the rarest and most exquisite, Most sphericall, diuine, angelicall, But since your duller eares cannot perceiue it: May it please your Lordship to with draw your selfe, Vnto this neigh-boring groue, there shall you see: How the sweete treble, of the chirpng birds, And the soft stirring of the mooued leaues. Running delightfull descant to the sound, Of the base murmuring of the bubling brooke, Becomes a consort of good instruments. While twenty babling ecchoes round aboute, Out of the stony concaue of their mouth: Restore the vanish't musicke of each cloase, And fill your eares full with redoubled pleasure▪