Munday, Anthony / Middleton, Thomas · published 1613 · first performed or written 1613 [Oct 29] (Annals) civic play; pageant unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
To give all Adoration to the Sun, The Moon & Stars; nay Creatures base and poor, Now only their Creator I adore: My Queen and People all, at one time won, By the Religious Conversation Of English Merchants, Factors, travailers, Whose Truth did with our Spirits hold commerce As their affairs with us, following their path we all were brought to the true Christian Faith: Such benefit in good Example dwells, It oft hath power to convert Infidels; Nor could our desire's rest, till we were led Unto this place, where those good Spirits were bred; And see how we arrived, in Blessed Time, To do that Mistress Service, in the Prime Of these her Spotless Triumphs, and t'attend That Honourable Man, her Late sworn Friend. If any wonder at the safe Arrive Of this small Vessel, which all weathers drive According to their Rages, where appears Nor Mariner nor Pilot (armed 'gainst fears) Know this came hither from man's guidance free, Only by Truth Steered; as our Souls must be; And see where one of her fair Temples stands, Do Reverence, Moores, bow low, and Kiss your hands, Behold our Queen. Her Goodnesses are such we cannot Honour Her, and Her House too much. What, have my sweet-facest Devils forsook me too, Nay, than my charms will have enough to do? This Time hath brought t'effect, for on thy Day Nothing but Truth and Virtue shall display: Their Virgin Ensigns, Infidelity, Barbarism and Guile shall in deep Darkness lie. O I could ever stand still thus, and gaze, Never turn Glass again; wish no more days So this might ever last, pity the Light Of this rich Glory must be cased in Night; But Time must on, I go, 'tis so decreed, To bless my Daughter Truth, and all her seed With joys Immortal, Triumphs never ending: And as her Hand lifts me, to thy Ascending May it be always ready (worthy Son) To hasten which, my Hours shall quickly run, Seest thou you place, thither I'll weekly bring thee, Where Truths celestial Harmony Thou shalt hear, To which I charge Thee bend a serious Ear: Lead on, Times swift Attendants. What's here? the Mist of Error? dare his Spite Stain this Triumphant Mount? where our delight Hath been Divinely fixed so many Ages, Dare darkness now breath forth her Insolent Rages, And hang in poisonous Vapours o'er the Place From whence we received Love and returned Grace? I see if Truth a while but turn her Eyes, Thick are the Mists that o'er fair Cities rise: we did expect to receive welcome here, From no deformed Shapes but Divine and Clear, In steed of Monsters that this place attends; To meet with Goodness and her Glorious Friends, Nor can they so forget me to be far, I Know there stands no other envious Bar: But that foul Cloud to Darken this Bright Day, Which with this Fan of Stars I'll Chase away. Vanish Infectious Fog that I may see This cities Grace, that takes her Light from Me.
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To giue all Adoration to the Sunne, The Moone & Stars; nay Creatures baſe and poore, Now onely their Creator I adore: My Queene and People all, at one time wun, By the Religious Conuerſation Of Engliſh Merchants, Factors, Trauailers, Whoſe Truth did with our Spirits hold Commerſe As their affaires with vs, following their path Wee all were brought to the true Chriſtian Faith: Such benefite in good Example dwels, It oft hath power to conuert Infidels; Nor could our Deſires reſt, till wee were led Vnto this place, where thoſe good Spirits were bred; And ſee how we arriu'd, in Bleſſed Time, To do that Mihreſſe Seruice, in the Prime Of theſe her Spotleſſe Triumphs, and t'attend That Honorable Man, her Late ſworne Frend. If any wonder at the ſafe Arriue Of this ſmall Veſſell, which all Wethers driue According to their Rages, where appeares Nor Marriner nor Pylot (arm'd' gainſt feares) Know this came hether from mans guidance free, Onely by Truth Steer'd; as our Soules muſt bee; And ſee where one of her faire Temples ſtands, Do Reuerence, Moores, bow low, and Kiſſe your hands, Behold our Queene. Her Goodneſſes are ſuch Wee cannot Honour Her, and Her Houſe too much. What, haue my Sweete-fac'ſt Deuils forſooke me too, Nay, then my charmes will haue enough to doo? This Time hath brought t'effect, for on thy Day Nothing but Truth and Vertue ſhall diſplay: Their Virgin Enſignes, Infidelity, Barbariſme and Guile ſhall in deepe Darkeneſſe lye. O I could euer ſtand ſtill thus, and gaze, Neuer turne Glaſſe agen; wiſh no more daies So this might euer laſt, pitty the Light Of this rich Glory muſt be caſde in Night; But Time muſt on, I go, 'tis ſo decreed, To bleſſe my Daughter Truth, and all her ſeed With Ioyes Immortal, Triumphs neuer ending: And as her Hand lifts mee, to thy Aſcending May it be alwaies ready (worthy Sonne) To haſten which, my Howers ſhall quickly run, Seeſt thou you place, thether Ile weekely bring thee, Where Truths coeleſtiall Harmony Thou ſhalt heare, To which I charge Thee bend a ſerious Eare: Leade on, Times ſwift Attendants. VVhat's here? the Miſt of Error? dare his Spight Staine this Triumphant Mount? where our delight Hath bene Diuinely fixt ſo many Ages, Dare darkeneſſe now breathe forth her Inſolent Rages, And hang in poyſnous Vapours o're the Place From whence wee receiu'd Loue and return'd Grace? I ſee if Truth a while but turne her Eies, Thicke are the Miſts that o're faire Citties riſe: Wee did expect to receiue welcome here, From no deform'd Shapes but Diuine and Cleere, In ſteed of Monſters that this place attends; To meete with Goodneſſe and her Glorious Frends, Nor can they ſo forget mee to bee far, I Know there ſtands no other enuious Bar: But that foule Cloude to Darken this Bright Day, Which with this Fanne of Starres Ile Chace away. Vaniſh Infectious Fog that I may ſee This Citties Grace, that takes her Light from Mee.