Munday, Anthony / Middleton, Thomas · published 1613 · first performed or written 1613 [Oct 29] (Annals) civic play; pageant unassigned nearest T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
Bold Furies, back, or with this scourge of Fire Whence sparkles out Religious chaste-desire I'll whip you down to darkness; this a place Worthy my Mistress, her aeternal Grace Be the full object to feast all these eyes But Thine the first, he that feeds here is wise; Nor by the naked plainness of her weeds judge thou her worth, no burnished gloss Truth needs; That Crown of Stars shows her descent from heaven; That Robe of white filled all with Eagles eyes, Her piercing sight through hidden mysteries; Those milk-white Doves her spotless Innocence; Those Serpents at her feet her victory shows Over deceit and guile, her rankest foes, And by that Crystal Mirror at her Breast, The clearness of her Conscience is expressed; And showing that her deeds all darkness shun, Her Right-hand holds truth's Symbol, the bright Sun; A Fan of Stars she in the other twists, With which she chaseth away Errors mists: And now she makes to thee, her so even Grace, For to her Rich and Poor look with one Face. Man raised by Faith and Love, upon whose Head Honour sits fresh, let not thy Heart be led In ignorant ways of insolence and pride From Her, that to this day hath been thy guide; I never showed thee yet more Paths than one, And thou hast found sufficient That alone To bring Thee hither, then go forward still, And having most power, first subject thy Will, Give the first Fruits of justice to thyself, Then dost thou wisely Govern, though that Elf Of Sin and Darkness still opposing me, Counsels thy Appetite to Master Thee. But call to mind what brought thee to this Day, Was Falsehood, Cruelty, or Revenge the way? Thy lust or pleasures? people's curse or hate? These were no ways could raise Thee to this State The ignorant must acknowledge, if then from Me, Which no Ill dare deny, or Sin control, Forsake me not, that can advance thy soul: I see a blessed yielding in thy Eye, Thou'rt mine, lead on, thy Name shall never die. I see amazement set upon the faces Of these white people, wonderings, and strange gazes, Is it at me? does my Complexion draw So many Christian Eyes, that never saw A King so black before? no, now I see Their entire object, they're all meant to thee (Grave City Governor) my Queen and I Well honoured with the Glances that by, I must confess many wild thoughts may rise, Opinions, Common murmurs, and fixed Eyes At my so strange arrival, in a Land Where true Religion and her Temple stand: I being a Moor, ethen in Opinions lightness As far from Sanctity as my Face from whiteness; But I forgive the judgings of th'unwise, Whose Censures ever quicken in their Eyes, Only begot of outward form and show, And I think meet to let such Censurers Know, however Darkness dwells upon my Face, Truth in my soul sets up the Light of Grace; And though in days of Error I did run
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Bold Furies, backe, or with this ſcourge of Fire Whence ſparkles out Religious chaſt-deſire Ile whip you downe to darkeneſſe; this a place Worthy my Miſtreſſe, her Aeternall Grace Be the full obiect to feaſt all theſe eies But Thine the firſt, hee that feeds here is wiſe; Nor by the naked plaineneſſe of her weeds Iudge thou her worth, no burniſht gloſſe Truth needs; That Crowne of Starres ſhowes her deſcent from heauen; That Roabe of white fild all with Eagles eies, Her piercing ſight through hidden myſteries; Thoſe milke-white Doues her ſpotleſſe Innocence; Thoſe Serpents at her feete her victory ſhowes Ouer deceite and guile, her rankeſt foes, And by that Criſtall Mirrour at her Breſt, The cleereneſſe of her Conſcience is expreſt; And ſhowing that her deeds all darkeneſſe ſhun, Her Right-hand holds Truths Symbole, the bright Sunne; A Fan of Starres ſhee in the other twiſts, With which ſhee chaceth away Errors miſts: And now ſhee makes to thee, her ſo euen Grace, For to her Rich and Poore looke with one Face. Man rayſd by Faith and Loue, vpon whoſe Head Honour ſits freſh, let not thy Heart be led In ignorant waies of inſolence and pride From Her, that to this day hath bene thy guide; I neuer ſhowed thee yet more Paths then one, And thou haſt found ſufficient That alone To bring Thee hether, then go forward ſtill, And hauing moſt power, firſt ſubiect thy Will, Giue the firſt Fruits of Iuſtice to thy Selfe, Then doſt thou wiſely Gouerne, though that Elfe Of Sin and Darkeneſſe ſtill oppoſing mee, Counſels thy Appetite to Maſter Thee. But call to minde what brought thee to this Day, Was Falſhood, Cruelty, or Reuenge the way? Thy luſt or pleaſures? peoples curſe or hate? Theſe were no waies could raiſe Thee to this State The ignorant muſt acknowledge, if then from Mee, Which no Ill dare deny, or Sin controule, Forſake mee not, that can aduance thy ſoule: I ſee a bleſſed yeelding in thy Eye, Thou'rt mine, leade on, thy Name ſhall neuer dye. I ſee amazement ſet vpon the faces Of theſe white people, wondrings, and ſtrange gazes, Is it at mee? do's my Complexion draw So many Chriſtian Eyes, that neuer ſaw A King ſo blacke before? no, now I ſee Their entire obiect, the're all meant to thee (Graue Citty Gouernour) my Queene and I Well honor'd with the Glanees that by, I muſt confeſſe many wilde thoughts may riſe, Opinions, Common murmurs, and fixt Eyes At my ſo ſtrange arriuall, in a Land Where true Religion and her Temple ſtand: I being a Moor, ethen in Opinions lightneſſe As far from Sanctity as my Face from whiteneſſe; But I forgiue the Iudgings of th'Vnwiſe, Whoſe Cenſures euer quicken in their Eyes, Onely begot of outward forme and ſhow, And I thinke meete to let ſuch Cenſurers Know, How euer Darkeneſſe dwels vpon my Face, Truth in my ſoule ſets vp the Light of Grace; And though in daies of Error I did runne