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 · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
Who seeks Authority with an Ignorant Eye, Is like a man seeks out his Enemy: For where before his Follies were not spread Or his corruptions, than their clearly read e'en by the eyes of all men; 'tis so pure A Crystal of itself, it will endure No poison of Oppression, Bribes, Hired Law, But 'twill appear soon in some crack or flaw, howe'er men soothe their hopes with Popular breath, If not in Life, she'll find that crack in Death: I was not made to fawn or stroke fin smooth be wise and hear me then that cannot soothe: I have set Thee High now, be so in Example, Made thee a Pinnacle in honours Temple, Fixing ten thousand Eyes upon thy Brow There is no hiding of thy Actions now, They must abide the Light, and imitate Me, Or be thrown down to Fire where Errors be. Nor only with these words thy ear I feed, But give those part that shall in Time succeed, To thee in present, and to them to come That Truth may bring you all with Honour home To these your Gates, and to those, after these Of which your own good Actions Keep the Keys; Then as the Loves of thy Society Hath flowed in Bounties on this Day and Thee, Counting all Cost too little for true Art, Doubling rewards there where they found Desert, In Thankfulness, justice, and Virtuous care Perfect their hopes, those thy Requitals are; With Fatherly Respect embrace'em all, Faith in thy Heart, and Plenty in thy Hall, Love in thy Walks, but justice in thy State, Zeal in thy Chamber, Bounty at thy Gate: And so to Thee and these a Blessed Night, To thee Fair City, Peace, my Grace and Light. See yonder, Lady, Errors Chariot stands, Braving the Power of your incensed commands, Emboldened by the privilege of Night And her black Faction, yet to crown his Spite Which I'll confound, I burn in Divine wrath. Strike then, I give thee leave to shoot it forth. Then here's to the destruction of that Seat, There's nothing seen of Thee but Fire shall eat. MOther of many honourable Sons, think not thy 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 joys will be complete anon, thou shalt behold, the man enroll, in honors-book whom virtue raises, love circled, round, his triumphs crowned, withal good wishes, prayers and praises. What greater comfort to a Mother's heart, Then to behold her sons Desert: Go hand in hand with love, Respect and Honour (Blessings from above) It is of power all griefs to kill, And with a flood of joy to fill. Thy Aged Eyes, To see him rise, With Glory decked, where Expectation. Grace, Truth, and Fame, Met in his Name, Attends his honours Confirmation.
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Who ſeekes Authority with an Ignorant Eye, Is like a man ſeekes out his Enemy: For where before his Follies were not ſpred Or his corruptions, then theire cleerely read Ee'n by the eyes of all men; 'tis ſo pure A Criſtall of it ſelfe, it will endure No poyſon of Oppreſſion, Bribes, Hir'd Law, But 'twill appeare ſoone in ſome cracke or flaw, How e're men ſooth their hopes with Popular breath, If not in Life, she'ile finde that crack in Death: I was not made to fawne or ſtroake fin ſmooth Bee wiſe and heare me then that cannot ſooth: I haue ſet Thee High now, bee ſo in Example, Made thee a Pinacle in Honors Temple, Fixing ten thouſand Eyes vpon thy Brow There is no hiding of thy Actions now, They muſt abide the Light, and imitate Mee, Or bee throwne downe to Fire where Errors bee. Nor onely with theſe words thy eare I feede, But giue thoſe part that ſhall in Time ſucceed, To thee in preſent, and to them to come That Truth may bring you all with Honour home To theſe your Gates, and to thoſe, after theſe Of which your owne good Actions Keepe the Keyes; Then as the Loues of thy Society Hath flowde in Bounties on this Day and Thee, Counting all Coſt too little for true Art, Doubling rewards there where they found Deſert, In Thankefulneſſe, Iuſtice, and Vertuous care Perfect their hopes, thoſe thy Requitals are; VVith Fatherly Reſpect embrace'em all, Faith in thy Heart, and Plenty in thy Hall, Loue in thy VValkes, but Iuſtice in thy State, Zeale in thy Chamber, Bounty at thy Gate: And ſo to Thee and theſe a Bleſſed Night, To thee Faire Citty, Peace, my Grace and Light. See yonder, Lady, Errors Chariot ſtands, Brauing the Power of your incenſt commands, Emboldned by the priuiledge of Night And her blacke Faction, yet to crowne his Spight VVhich Ile confound, I burne in Diuine wrath. Strike then, I giue thee leaue to ſhoote it forth. Then here's to the deſtruction of that Seate, There's nothing ſeene of Thee but Fire ſhall eate. MOther of many honorable Sonnes, thinke not thy glaſſe too ſlowly runs, That in Times hand is ſet, becauſe thy worthy Sonne appeares not yet, Lady be pleaſd the houre growes on, thy ioys will be compleat anon, thou ſhalt behold, the man in-rold, in honors-booke whome vertue raiſes, loue circled, round, his tryumphes crownd, withall good wiſhes, prayers and praiſes. VVhat greater comfort to a Mothers heart, Then to behold her ſonnes Deſert: Goe hand in hand with loue, Reſpect and Honor (Bleſſings from aboue) It is of power all greefes to kill, And with a floud of ioy to fill. Thy Aged Eyes, To ſee him riſe, VVith Glory dect, where Expectation. Grace, Truth, and Fame, Met in his Name, Attends his Honors Confirmation.