Chruso-Thriambos: The Triumphs of Gold · chunk 6 of 6
Munday, Anthony · published 1611 · first performed or written 1611 [Oct 29] (Annals) civic play; pageant unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 430 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Since Pemberton doth bear so bright a Name, And that from gold & Goldsmiths grew his fame, His deeds may prove to be like burnished Gold: By no dim darkness any way controlled. Well hast thou wished, therein Time joins with thee, And tells this Lord, that such a goodly name, Requires bright actions, from pollution free, In word and deed to be alike, the same, For then life standeth on her fairest frame. And when the Head in splendour seems divine, The people learn (by his clear light) to shine. Contrariwise, obscure and misty deeds, Do give a harsh and hateful precedent: And of fair flowers begetteth stinking Weeds. For ill example, harms the innocent; And makes him (in bad life) as violent. Be to this City then, so bright an Head, That all may say, it near more flourished. Consider likewise, Iames thy gracious King, Sets Iames (his Subject) here his Deputy. When Maiesste doth meaner persons bring To represent himself in Sovereignty, ist not an high and great authority? Let it be said, for this high favour done: King Iames hath found, a just Iames Pemberton. Let me not now they brethren's love omit, So worthily (this day) to thee declared, If with like love thou kindly welcome it, Their hope is to the highest pitch preferred, For thus they wish, as Time himself hath heard: That Pemberton, and Smiths, may both be, An endless honour to their Company. So wish I too, with all my heart, And seeing now we needs must part, From Faringdon one farewell take, Who gives it for the goldsmiths sake. You are Lieutenant to your King, And 'tis a very worthy thing, To mind God's blessing, and his grace, That brought ye to so high a place. Oh soil it not with any blame, That, may impeach it, or your name. For they have told ye well before, That whereof I need speak no more: You are a Goldsmith, Golden be Your daily deeds of Charity. Golden your hearing poor men's cases, Free from partial bribes embraces. And let no rich or mighty man Injure the poor, if help you can. The World well wots, your former care Forbids ye now to pinch or spare, But to be liberal, frank, and free, And keep good Hospitality, Such as beseems a Mayoralty, Yet far from prodigality. To be too lavish, is like crime As being too frugal in this time. I say no more, but God defend ye, Many days of comfort send ye, To whom (with all these) I commend ye.
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Since Pemberton doth beare ſo bright a Name, And that from gold & Goldſmiths grew his fame, His deedes may prooue to be like burniſht Golde: By no dim darkneſſe any way controulde. Well haſt thou wiſht, therein Time ioynes with thee, And tels this Lord, that ſuch a goodly name, Requires bright actions, from pollution free, In word and deede to be alike, the ſame, For then life ſtandeth on her faireſt frame. And when the Head in ſplendour ſeems deuine, The people learne (by his cleare light) to ſhine. Contrariwise, obſcure and miſty deedes, Do giue a harſh and hatefull preſident: And of faire flowers begetteth ſtinking Weedes. For ill example, harmes the innocent; And makes him (in bad life) as violent. Be to this Citty then, ſo bright an Head, That all may ſay, it nere more flouriſhed. Conſider likewiſe, Iames thy gracious King, Sets Iames (his Subiect) heere his Deputy. When Maiesſte doth meaner perſons bring To repreſent himſelfe in Soueraignty, I'ſt not an high and great authority? Let it be ſaid, for this high fauour done: King Iames hath found, a iuſt Iames Pemberton. Let me not now they Bretherens loue omit, So worthily (this day) to thee declarde, If with like loue thou kindly welcome it, Their hope is to the higheſt pitch preferde, For thus they wiſh, as Time himſelfe hath heard: That Pemberton, and Smithes, may both be, An endleſſe honour to their Company. So wiſh I too, with all my hart, And ſeeing now we needs muſt part, From Faringdon one farewell take, Who giues it for the Gold-Smiths ſake. You are Lieutenant to your King, And tis a very worthy thing, To minde Gods blesſing, and his grace, That brought yee to ſo high a place. Oh ſoyle it not with any blame, That, may impeach it, or your name. For they haue told ye well before, That whereof I need ſpeake no more: You are a Gold-Smith, Golden be Your daily deedes of Charitie. Golden your hearing poore mens caſes, Free from partiall bribes embraces. And let no rich or mighty man Iniure the poore, if helpe you can. The World well wots, your former care Forbids ye now to pinch or ſpare, But to be liberall, francke, and free, And keepe good Hoſpitality, Such as beſeemes a Maioraltie, Yet far from prodigality. To be too lauiſh, is like crime As being too frugall in this time. I ſay no more, but God defend ye, Many daies of comfort ſend ye, To whom (with all theſe) I commend ye.