Munday, Anthony / Middleton, Thomas · published 1613 · first performed or written 1613 [Oct 29] (Annals) civic play; pageant T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions typicality 0.81 · 473 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
When Merit brings it home, disdain all Titles Purchased with Coin, of Honour take Thou hold, By thy Desert let others buy't with Gold; Fix thy most serious Thought upon the Weight Thou goest to undergo, 'tis the just Government Of this Famed City, (Me) whom Nations call Their brightest Eye, then with great care & fear Ought I to be o'erseen to be kept clear. Spots in deformed Faces are scarce Noted, Fair cheeks are stained if ne'er so little blotted. Seest thou this Key of Gold? it shows thy charge, This place is the king's Chamber, all pollution, Sin and Uncleanness must be locked out here, And be kept sweet, with Sanctity, Faith & Fear, I see Grace take effect, heavens joy upon her, 'Tis rare, when Virtue opes the Gate to Honour, My blessing be upon thee, Son, and Lord, And on my Sons all, that obey my word. I have within mine Eye my blessed Charge, Hail Friend of Truth, Safety and jay attends thee; I am truth's Angel, by my Mistress sent To guard and guide thee, when thou took'st thy Oath I stood on thy Right hand, though to thy eye In visible form I did not then appear, Ask but thy Soul 'twill tell thee I stood near; And 'twas a Time to take care of Thee then At such a Marriage before Heaven and Men, (Thy Faith being wed to Honour) close behind thee Stood Errors Minister, that still sought to blind thee, And wrap his subtle mists about thy Oath, To hide it from the nakedness of Troth, Which is truth's purest glory, but my light Still as it shone, Expelled her blackest spite; His Mists fled by, yet all I could devise, Could hardly keep them from some people's eyes, But thine they flew from, thy Care's but begun Wake on, the Victory is not half yet won, Thou wilt be still assaulted, thou shalt meet With many dangers, that in voice seem sweet, And ways most pleasant to a worldling's eye, My Mistress has but One, but that leads high To yon triumphant City follow me, Keep thou to Truth, Eternity keeps to thee. On boldly Man of Honour, thou shalt win, I am truth's Champion, Zeal, the Scourge of Sin. Art come? O Welcome my triumphant Lord, My Glories Sweetheart! how many millions Of happy wishes hath my love told out For this desired minute, I was dead Till I enjoyed the Presence, I saw nothing, A Blindness thicker than Idolatry, cleave to my Eyeballs, now I am all of Light, Of Fire, of joy, Pleasure runs nimbly through me, Let's join together both in State and Triumph, And down with beggarly and friendless Virtue, That hath so long impoverished this fair City, My Beasts shall trample on her naked breast,
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When Merit brings it home, diſdaine all Titles Purchaſ'd with Coine, of Honor take Thou hold, By thy Deſert let others buy't with Gold; Fixe thy moſt ſerious Thought vpon the Weight Thou goeſt to vndergo, 'tis the iuſt Gouernment Of this Fam'd Citty, (Mee) whom Nations call Their brighteſt Eye, then with great care & feare Ought I to be ore-ſeene to be kept cleare. Spots in deformed Faces are ſcarce Noted, Faire cheekes are ſtain'd if ner'e ſo little blotted. See'ſt thou this Key of Gold? it ſhowes thy charge, This place is the Kings Chamber, all pollution, Sinne and Vncleanneſſe muſt be lock't out here, And be kept ſweet, with Sanctity, Faith & Feare, I ſee Grace take effect, Heauens Ioy vpon her, 'Tis rare, when Vertue opes the Gate to Honor, My bleſsing be vpon thee, Sonne, and Lord, And on my Sonnes all, that obey my word. I haue within mine Eye my bleſſed Charge, Haile Friend of Truth, Safety and Iay attnds thee; I am Truths Angell, by my Miſtreſſe ſent To guard and guid thee, when thou took'ſt thy Oath I ſtood on thy Right hand, though to thy eye In viſible forme I did not then appeare, Aske but thy Soule t'will tell thee I ſtood neere; And 'twas a Time to take care of Thee then At ſuch a Marriage before Heauen and Men, (Thy Faith being wed to Honor) cloſe behinde thee Stood Errors Miniſter, that ſtill ſought to blinde thee, And wrap his ſubtill miſts about thy Oath, To hide it from the nakedneſſe of Troth, Which is Truths pureſt glory, but my light Still as it ſhone, Expeld her blackeſt ſpite; His Miſts fled by, yet all I could deuiſe, Could hardly keepe them from ſome Peoples eyes, But thine they flew from, thy Care's but begun Wake on, the Victory is not halfe yet wun, Thou wilt be ſtill aſſaulted, thou ſhalt meete With many dangers, that in voyce ſeeme ſweet, And waies moſt pleaſant to a worldlings eye, My Miſtreſſe ha's but One, but that leads hye To yo'n triumphant Citty follow mee, Keepe thou to Truth, Eternitie keepes to thee. On boldly Man of Honor, thou ſhalt win, I am Truths Champion, Zeale, the Scourge of Sin. Art come? O Welcome my triumphant Lord, My Glories Sweet-heart! how many millions Of happy wiſhes hath my loue told out For this deſired minute, I was dead Till I enioyd the Preſence, I ſaw nothing, A Blindneſse thicker then Idolatry, Cloue to my Eye-bals, now I am all of Light, Of Fire, of Ioy, Pleaſure runs nimbly through mee, Lets ioyne together both in State and Triumph, And down with beggarly and friendleſſe Vertue, That hath ſo long impoueriſh't this faire Citty, My Beaſts ſhall trample on her naked breaſt,