Dekker, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [c.1606-1607] (Annals) history; allegory · Prince Henry's Men unassigned nearest T55 Fairies, fairy queens and enchanted desi · 465 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T55: fairy, fairies, oberon, mopsus, queen, land, grace, babylon, mab, thestylis.
It shall guard you: You draw me by this line: let's private walk. This paths vnbruzed: go on Sir. Sir I love you. The Dragons that keep learnings golden tree, As you now have, I fought with, conquered them, Got to the highest bough, eat of the fruit, And gathered of the seaven-sold leaves of Art, What I desired; and yet for all the moons That I have seen wax old, and pine for anger, I had outwatched them: and for all the candles I wasted out on long, and frozen nights, To thaw them into day; I filled my head With books, butscarcecould fill my mouth with bread, I had the Muse's smile, but moneys frown, And never could get out of such a gown. How did you change your starre 3 By changing Air: The god of waves washed of my poverty, I sought out a new sun beyond the seas, Whose beams begat me gold. O me dull ass! I am nailed down by wilful beggary, Yet feel not where it enters: like a horse My hooves are pared to 'th quick) even till they bleed, To make me run from hence, yet this Tortoise shell, (My country) lies so heavy on my back, Pressing my worth down, that I slowly creep Through base and slimy ways. Country! She hangs Her own brats at her back, to teach them beg, And in her lap sets strangers. Yet your country. I was not borne to this, not schooled to this, My parents spent not wealth on meto this, I will not stay here long. Do not. Being hence, I'll write in gall and poison 'gainst my nurse This Fairy land, for not rewarding merit: If ever I come back I'll be a Caltstrop To prick my country's feet, that tread on me. O she's unkind, hard hearted! In disputation I dare for latin, hebrew, and the greek, Challenge an university; yet, (O evil hap!) Three learned languages cannot set a nap. Upon this threadbare gown: how is Art cursed? She has the sweetest limbs, and goes the worst: Like common Fiddlers, drawing down other's meat With liquorish tunes, whilst they on scraps do eat. Shake then these servile fetters off. But how? Play the mules part, now thou hast sucked a dam Dry and unwholesome, kick her sides. Her heart— her very heart— Would it were dried to dust, to strew upon Th'envenomed paper upon which I'll write. Know you the Court of Babylon? I have read, How great it is, how glorious, and would venture A soul to get but thither. Get then thither; you venture none, but save a soul going thither: The Queen of Babylon rides on a beast, That carries up seven heads. Rare. Each head crowned. O admirable!
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It shall guard you: You draw me by this line: let's priuate walke. This paths vnbruz'd: goe on Sir. Sir I loue you. The Dragons that keep learnings golden tree▪ As you now haue, I fought with, conquered them, Got to the highest bough, eat of the fruit, And gathered of the seauen-sold leues of Art, What I desir'd; and yet for all the Moons That I haue seene waxe olde, and pifor anger, I had outwatched them: and for all the candles I wasted out on long, and frozen nights, To thaw them into day; I fild my head With books, butscarcecould filmy mouth with read, I had the Muses smile, but moneyes frowne, And neuer could get out of such a gowne. How did you change your starre 3 By changing Aire: The god of waues washt of my pouertie, I sought out a new sunne beyond the seas, VVhose beames begat me gold. O me dull asse▪ I am nail'd downe by wilfullbeggerie, Yet feele not where it enters: like a horse My hoofes are par'd to 'th quicke) euen til they ble To make me runne from hence, yet this Tortois shell, (My countrey) lies so heauy on my back, Pressing my worth downe, that I slowly creep▪ Through base and slimie waies. Countrey▪ Shee hangs Her owne brats at her backe, to teach them begge, And in her lap sets strangers. Yet your countrey. I was not borne to this, not school'd to this, My parents spent not wealth on meto this, I will not stay here long. Doe not. Beeing hence, Ile write in gall and poyson gainst my rce This Fairie land, for rewarding merit: If euer I come backe Ile be a Calrop To pricke my countries feet, that tread on me. O shee's vnkind, hard hearted▪ In disputation I dare for latine, hebrew, and the greeke, Challenge an vniuersitie; yet, (O euill hap!) Three learned languages cannot set a nap. Vpon this thred-bare gowne: how is Arte curs'd? Shee ha's the sweetest lymbes, and goes the worst: Like common Fidlers, drawing down others meate With lickorish tunes, whilst they on scraps do eate. Shake then these seruile fetters off. But how? Play the mules part, now thou hast suckt a dam Drie and vnholsome, kicke her sides. Her heart—her very heart— Would it were dried to dust, to strew vpon Th'inuenomed paper vpon which Ile write. Know you the Court of Babylon? I haue read, How great it is, how glorious, and would venter A soule to get but thither. Get then thither; you venture none, but saue a soule going thither: The Queene of Babylon rides on a beast, That carries vp seauen heads. Rare. Each head crow'nd. O admirable!