Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
WHence breaks this warlike thunder of loud drums, (Clarions and Trumpets) whose shrill echo comes Up to our Watery Court, and calls from thence Us, and our Tritons? As if violence Were to our Silver-footed Sister done (Of Floods the Queen) bright Thamesis, who does run Twice every day to our bosom, and there hides Her wealth, whose Stream in liquid Crystal glides Guarded with troops of Swans? what does beget These Throngs? this Confluence? why do voices beat The Air with acclamations of applause, Good wishes, Love, and Praises? what is't draws All Faces this way? This way Rumour flies, Clapping her infinite wings, whose noise the Skies From earth receive, with Musical rebounding, And strike the Seas with repercussive sounding. Oh! now I see the cause: vanish vain fears, Isis' no danger feels: for her head wears Crowns of Rich Triumphs, which This day puts on, And in Thy Honour all these Rites are done. Whose Name when Neptune heard, 'twas a strange Spell, Thus farre-up into th' Land to make him swell Beyond his Bownds, and with his Sea-troops wait Thy wished arrival, to congratulate. Go therefore on, go boldly: thou must sail In rough Seas (now) of Rule: and every Gale Will not perhaps befriend thee: But (how black So ere the Skies look) dread not Thou a Wrack, For when Integrity and Innocence sit Steering the Helm, no Rock the Ship can split. Nor care the Whales (never so great) their jaws Should stretch to swallow thee: Every good man's cause Is in all storms his Pilot: He that's sound To himself (in Conscience) near can run-a-ground. Which that thou mayst do, never look on't still: For (Spite of foul gusts) calmer Winds shall fill Thy Sails at last. And see! they home have brought A Ship which Bacchus (God of Wines) hath fraught With richest juice of Grapes, which thy Friends shall Drink off in Healths to this Great Festival. If any at Thy happiness repine, They gnaw but their Own hearts, and touch not Thine. Let Bats and Screech-owls murmur at bright Day, Whiles Prayers of Goodmen Guid. Thee on the way. Sound old Oceanus Trumpeters, and lead on. Hail (worthy Praetor) stay, and do Me grace, (Who still have called thee Patron) In this place To take from me heaped welcomes, who combine These people's hearts in one, to make them thine. Bright virtues name thou know'st and heavenly birth, And therefore (spying thee) down she leapt to earth Whence vicious men had driven her: On her throne The Liberal Arts wait: from whose breasts do run The milk of Knowledge: on which, Sciences feed, Trades and Professions: And by Them, the seed Of Civil, Popular government, is sown; Which springing up, lo! to what height 'tis grown
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WHence breaks this warlike thunder of lowd drummes, (Clarions and Trumpets) whose shrill eccho comes Vp to our Watery Court, and calles from thence Vs, and our Trytons? As if violence Weere to our Siluer-footed Sister done (Of Flouds the Queene) bright Thamesis, who does runne Twice euery day to our bosome, and there hides Her wealth, whose Streame in liquid Christall glides Guarded with troopes of Swannes? what does beget These Thronges? this Confluence? why do voyces beate The Ayre with acclamations of applause, Good wishes, Loue, and Praises? what is't drawes All Faces this way? This way Rumor flyes, Clapping her infinite wings, whose noyse the Skyes From earth receiue, with Musicall rebounding, And strike the Seas with repercussiue sounding. Oh! now I see the cause: vanish vaine feares, *Isis no danger feeles: for her head weares Crowns of Rich Triumphes, which This day puts on, And in Thy Honor all these Rites are done. Whose Name when Neptune heard, t'was a strange Spell, Thus farre-vp into th' Land to make him swell Beyond his Bownds, and with his Sea-troops wait Thy wish't arriuall, to congratulate. Goe therefore on, goe boldly: thou must saile In rough Seas (now) of Rule: and euery Gale Will not perhaps befriend thee: But (how blacke So ere the Skyes looke) dread not Thou a Wracke, For when Integrity and Innocence sit Steering the Helme, no Rocke the Ship can split. Nor care the Whales (neuer so great) their Iawes Should stretch to swallow thee: Euery good mans cau Is in all stormes his Pilot: He thats sound To himselfe (in Conscience) nere can run-a-ground. Which that thou mayst do, neuer looke on't still: For (Spite of Fowle gusts) calmer Windes shall fill Thy Sayles at last. And see! they home haue brought A Ship which Bacchus (God of Wines) hath fraught With richest Iuiee of Grapes, which thy Friends shall Drinke off in Healths to this Great Festiuall. If any at Thy happinesse repine, They gnaw but their Owne hearts, and touch not Thine. Let Bats and Skreech-Owles murmure at bright Day, Whiles Prayers of Good-men Guid. Thee on the way. Sownd old Oceanus Trumpeters, and lead on. HAile (worthy Pretor) stay, and do Me grace, (Who still haue cald thee Patron) In this place To take from me heap'd welcomes, who combine These peoples hearts in one, to make them thine. Bright Vertues name thou know'st and heau'nly birth, And therefore (spying thee) downe she leapd to earth Whence vicious men had driuen her: On her throne The Liberall Arts waite: from whose brests do runne The milke of Knowledge: on which, Sciences feed, Trades and Professions: And by Them, the seed Of Ciuill, Popular gouernment, is sowne; Which springing vp, loe! to what heigth tis growne