Troia Nova Triumphans (London Triumphing) · chunk 2 of 5
Dekker, Thomas · published 1612 · first performed or written 1612 [Oct 29] (Annals) civic play; pageant unassigned nearest T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma · 473 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
In Thee and * These is seen. And (to maintain This Greatness) Twelve strong Pillars it sustain; Upon whose Capitals, * Twelve Societies stand, (Grave and well-ordered) bearing chief Command Within this City, and (with Love) thus rear Thy fame, in free election, for this year. All armed, to knit their Nerves (in One) with Thine, To guard this new Troy: And, (that She may shine In Thee, as Thou in Her) no Misers key Has bar the Gold up; Light flies from the Day Not of more free gift, than from them their Cost: For what's now spared, that only they count Lost. As then their joynd-hands lift Thee to thy Seat. (Changing thereby thy Name for one More * Great And as this City, with her Loud, Full Voice, (Drowning all spite that murmurs at the Choice, If at least such there be) does Thee prefer, So art thou bound to love, both Them and Her. For Know, thou art not like a Pinnacle, placed Only to stand aloft, and to be graced With wondering eyes, or to have caps and knees Heap worship on thee: for that Man does lose Himself and his Renown, whose growth being high In the weale-publicke (like the Cypress tree) Is neither good to Build-with, nor bear Fruit; Thou must be now, Stirring, and Resolute. To be what thou art Sworn, (a waking Eye) A far off (like a Beacon) to descry What storms are coming, and (being come) must then Shelter with spread arms, the poorest Citizen. Set Plenty at thy Table, at thy Gate Bounty, and Hospitality: he's most Ingrate Into whose lap the Public-weal having poured Her Golden showers, from Her his wealth should hoard. Be like those Ancient Spirits, that (long agone) Could think no Good deed sooner, than 'twas Don; Others to pleasure. Hold it Thou more Glory, Than to be pleased Thyself. And be not sorry If Any strive (in best things) to exceed thee, But glad, to help thy wronger's, if they need thee. Nor fear the Stings of Envy, nor the Threats Of her envenomed Arrows, which at the Seats Of those Who Best Rule, evermore are shot, But the Air blows off their feathers, and they hit not. Come therefore on; nor dread her, nor her Sprites, The poison she spits up, on her own Head lights. On, on, away. Adder's shoot, hiss speckled Snakes; Sloth crawl up, see Oppression wakes; (Baine to learning) Ignorance Shake thy ass's ears, Disdain, advance Thy head Luciferan: Riot split Thy ribs with curses: Calumny spit Thy rancke-rotten gall up: See, See, See, That Witch, whose bottomless Sorcery Makes fools run mad for her; that Hag For whom your Dam pines, hangs out her flag Our Den to ransack: Virtue, that whore; See, see, how brave she's, I am poor.
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In Thee and These is seene. And (to maintaine This Greatnesse) Twelue strong Pillars it sustaine; Vpon whose Capitals, Twelue Societies stand, (Graue and well-ordred) bearing chiefe Command Within this City, and (with Loue) thus reare Thy fame, in free election, for this yeare. All arm'd, to knit their Nerues (in One) with Thine, To guard this new Troy: And, (that She may shine In Thee, as Thou in Her) no Misers kay Has bard the Gold vp; Light flies from the Day Not of more free gift, thau from them their Cost: For whats now spar'd, that only they count Lost. As then their Ioynd-hands lift Thee to thy Seate. (Changing thereby thy Name for one More Great And as this City, with her Loud, Full Voice, (Drowning all spite that murmures at the Choice, If at least such there be) does Thee preferre, So art thou bound to loue, both Them and Her. For Know, thou art not like a Pinnacle, plac'd Onely to stand aloft, and to be grac'd With wondring eyes, or to haue caps and knees Heape worship on thee: for that Man does leeze Himselfe and his Renowne, whose growth being Hye In the weale-publicke (like the Cypres tree) Is neither good to Build-with, nor beare Fruit; Thou must be now, Stirring, and Resolute. To be what thou art Sworne, (a waking Eye) A farre off (like a Beacon) to descry What stormes are comming, and (being come) must thn Shelter with spred armes, the poor'st Citizen. Set Plenty at thy Table, at thy Gate Bounty, and Hospitality: hee's most Ingrate Into whose lap the Publicke-weale hauing powr'd Her Golden shewers, from Her his wealth should hoord. Be like those Antient Spirits, that (long agon) Could thinke no Good deed sooner, than twas Don; Others to pleasure. Hold it Thou more Glory, Than to be pleas'd Thy Selfe. And be not sory If Any striue (in best things) to exceed thee, But glad, to helpe thy Wrongers, if they need thee. Nor feare the Stings of Enuy, nor the Threates Of her inuenomd Arrowes, which at the Seates Of those Who Best Rule, euermore are shot, But the Aire blowes off their fethers, and they hit not. Come therefore on; nor dread her, nor her Sprites, The poyson she spits vp, on her owne Head lights. On, on, away. ADders shoote, hysse speckled Snakes; Sloth craule vp, see Oppression wakes; (Baine to learning) Ignorance Shake thy Asses eares, Disdaine, aduance Thy head Luciferan: Ryot split Thy ribbes with curses: Calumny spit Thy rancke-rotten gall vp: See, See, See, That Witch, whose bottomelesse Sorcery Makes fooles runne mad for her; that Hag For whom your Dam pines, hangs out her flag Our Den to ransacke: Vertue, that whore; See, see, how braue shee's, I am poore.