Munday, Anthony / Middleton, Thomas · published 1613 · first performed or written 1613 [Oct 29] (Annals) civic play; pageant unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 475 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Mother of many honourable Sounes, Think not the Glass too slowly runs That in Time's hand is set, Because thy worthy Son appears not yet: Lady be pleased, the hour grows on, Thy joy will be complete anon; Thou shalt behold The man enrolled In honour's books, whom Virtue raises, Love-circled round, His triumphs crowned With all good wishes, prayers, and praises. Honour and joy salute thee, I am raised In comfort and in love to see thee, glad And happy in thy blessings, nor esteem My words the less, cause I a woman speak, A woman's counsel is not always weak. I am thy Mother, at that name I know Thy heart does reverence to me, as becomes A Son of Honour, in whose soul burns clear The sacred lights of divine fear and knowledge, I know, that at this instant, all the works Of Motherly love in me, shown to thy Youth When it was soft and helpless, are summed up In thy most grateful mind, thou well remember'st All my dear pains and care, with what affection I cherish thee in my bosom, watchful still Over thy ways, Set wholesome and Religious Laws before The footsteps of thy youth, showed Thee the way That lead thee to the Glory of this Day. To which (with tears of the most fruitful joy that ever Mother shed) I welcome Thee. Oh I could be content to take my part Out of Felicity only in weeping, Thy Presence and this Day is so dear to me. Look on my age (my Honourable Son) And then begin to think upon thy Office: See how on each side of me hang the cares Which I bestowed on Thee, in silver hairs. And now the Faith, the Love, the zealous Fires With which I cheered thy Youth, my Age requires, The duty of a Mother I have shown, Through all the Rites of pure affection, In Care, in Government, in Wealth, in Honour, Brought Thee to what thou art, throw'st all from me, Then what thou shouldst be I expect from Thee. Now to Thy Charge, Thy Government, Thy Cares, Thy Mother in her age submits her years. And though (to my abundant grief I speak it, Which now o'erflows my joy) some Sons I have Thankless, unkind, and disobedient, Rewarding all my Bounties with Neglect, And will of purpose wilfully retire Themselves, from doing grace and service to me, When they have got all they can, or hope for, from me, The thankfulness in which Thy Life doth move, Did ever promise fairer fruits of Love, And now they show themselves, yet they have all My blessing with them, so the world shall see 'Tis their unkindness, no defect in me; But go Thou forward (my thrice Honoured Son) In ways of goodness, Glory is best won
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Mother of many honorable Sounes, Thinke not the Glaſſe too ſlowly runnes That in Times hand is ſet, Becauſe thy worthy Sonne appeares not yet: Lady be pleas'd, the hower growes on, Thy ioy will be compleate anon; Thou ſhalt behold The man enrold In Honours bookes, whom Vertue raiſes, Loue-circled round, His triumphs crownd With all good wiſhes, prayers, and praiſes. Honour and Ioy ſalute thee, I am raiſd In comfort and in loue to ſee thee, glad And happy in thy bleſsings, nor eſteeme My words the leſſe, cauſe I a woman ſpeake, A womans counſell is not alwayes weake. I am thy Mother, at that name I know Thy heart do's reuerence to me, as becomes A Sonne of Honour, in whoſe ſoule burnes cleere The ſacred lights of diuine feare and knowledge, I know, that at this inſtant, all the workes Of Motherly loue in me, ſhowne to thy Youth When it was ſoft and helpleſſe, are ſum'd vp In thy moſt gratefull minde, thou well remembreſt All my deere paines and care, with what affection I cheriſh thee in my boſome, watchfull ſtill Ouer thy wayes, Set wholeſome and Religious Lawes before The foot-ſteps of thy youth, ſhow'd Thee the way That lead thee to the Glory of this Day. To which (with teares of the moſt fruitfull ioy that cuer Mother ſhed) I welcome Thee. Oh I could be content to take my part Out of Felicity onely in weeping, Thy Preſence and this Day is ſo deere to me. Looke on my age (my Honorable Sonne) And then begin to thinke vpon thy Office: See how on each ſide of mee hang the cares Which I beſtowd on Thee, in ſiluer haires. And now the Faith, the Loue, the zealous Fires With which I cheer'd thy Youth, my Age requires, The duty of a Mother I haue ſhowne, Through all the Rites of pure affection, In Care, in Gouernment, in Wealth, in Honour, Brought Thee to what thou art, thow'ſt all from mee, Then what thou ſhouldſt be I expect from Thee. Now to Thy Charge, Thy Gouernment, Thy Cares, Thy Mother in her age ſubmits her yeares. And though (to my abundant griefe I ſpeake it, Which now ore-flowes my ioy) ſome Sonnes I haue Thankleſſe, vnkind, and diſobedient, Rewarding all my Bounties with Neglect, And will of purpoſe wilfully retire Themſelues, from doing grace and ſeruice to me, When they haue got all they can, or hope for, from me, The thankfulneſſe in which Thy Life doth moue, Did euer promiſe fairer fruits of Loue, And now they ſhow themſelues, yet they haue all My bleſsing with them, ſo the world ſhall ſee 'Tis their vnkindneſſe, no defect in me; But go Thou forward (my thrice Honor'd Sonne) In waies of goodneſſe, Glory is beſt wonne