The Lord's Masque (Wedding Masque of Stars and Statues Made Human) · chunk 4 of 4
Campion, Thomas · published 1613 · first performed or written 1613 [Feb 14] (Annals) masque · before the Court T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and typicality 0.79 · 519 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
DEbetur alto iure, Principium iovi, Votis det ipse vim meis, dict is fidem. Vtrinque decoris splendet egregium jubar, Medio triumphus mole stat dignus sua, Coelumque summo Capite dilectum petit; Quam pulchra pulchro sponsa respondet viro! Quam plena numinis? Patrem vultu exprimit, Parens futura masculae prolis, Parens Regum, imperatorum: Additur Germaniae Robur Britannicum. ecquid esse par potest? Vtramque iunget una mens gentem, fides, Deique Cultus unus, & simplex amor. Idem erit utrique hostis, sodalis idem, idem Votum periclitantium, atque eadem manus. Favebit illis Pax, favebit bellica Fortuna, semper aderit Adiutor Deus. Sic, sic Sibilla; vocibus nec his deest Pondus, nec hoc inane momumentum trahit. Et aureum est, & quale nec flammas timet, Nec fulgura, ipsi quip sacratur iovi. The good old Sage is silenced, her free tongue That made such melody, is now unstrung: Then grace her Trophy with a dance triumphant, Where Orpheus is none can fit music want. DAnce, dance, and visit now the shadows of our joy, All in height, and pleasing state, your changed forms employ. And as the bird of Ioue salutes, with lofty wing, the morn; So mount, so fly, these Trophies to adorn. Grace them with all the sounds and motions of delight, Since all the earth cannot express a lovelier sight, View them with triumph, and in shades the truth adore, No pomp or sacrifice can please Ioues greatness more. Turn, turn, and honour now the life, these figures bear, Lo, how heavenly natures far above all art appear, Let their aspects revive in you, the fire that shined so late, Still mount and still retain, your heavenly state. Gods were with dance, and with music served of old, Those happy days derived their glorious style from gold: This pair by Hymen joined, grace you with measures then, Since they are both divine, and you are more than men. Let here Sibylla's Trophy stand, Lead her now by either hand, That she may approach yet nearer, And the Bride and Bridegroom hear her Bless them in her native tongue, Wherein old prophecies she sung, Which time to light hath brought: She speaks that which Ioue hath taught. Well may he inspire her now, To make a joyful and true vow. Sponsam sponse toro tene pudicam, Sponsum sponsa tene toro pudicum. Non haec unica nox datur beatis, At vos perpetuò haec beabit una Prole multiplici, parique amore. Laeta, ac vera refert Sibylla, ab alto Ipse jupiter annuit loquenti. So be it ever, joy and peace, And mutual love give you increase, That your posterity may grow In fame, as long as Seas do flow. Live you long to see your joys, In fair Nymphs and Princely Boys: Breeding like the Garden flowers, Which kind heaven draws with her warm showers. Enough of blessing, though too much Never can be said to such; But night doth waste, and Hymen chides, Kind to Bridegrooms and to Brides, Then singing the last dance induce, So let good night prevent excuse. NO longer wrong the night, Of her Hymenaean right, A thousand Cupids call away, Fearing the approaching day, The Cocks already crow, Dance then and go,
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DEbetur alto iure, Principium Ioui, Votis det ipse vim meis, dict is fidem. Vtrin que decoris splendet egregium Iubar, Medio triumphus mole stat dignus sua, Coelum que summo Capite dilectum petit; Quam pulchra pulchro sponsa respondet viro! Quam plena numinis? Patrem vultu exprimit, Parens futura masculae prolis, Parens Regum, imperatorum: Additur Germaniae Robur Britannicum. ecquid esse par potest? Vtram que iunget vna mens gentem, fides, Dei que Cultus vnus, & simplex amor. Idem erit vtri que hostis, sodalis idem, idem Votum periclitantium, at que eadem manus. Fauebit illis Pax, fauebit bellica Fortuna, semper aderit Adiutor Deus. Sic, sic Sibilla; vocibus nec his deest Pondus, nec hoc inane momumentum trahit. Et aureum est, & quale nec flammas timet, Nec fulgura, ipsi quippe sacratur Ioui. The good old Sage is silenc't, her free tongue That made such melodie, is now vnstrung: Then grace her Trophee with a dance triumphant, Where Orpheus is none can fit musick want. DAnce, dance, and visit now the shadowes of our ioy, All in height, and pleasing state, your changed formes imploy. And as the bird of Ioue salutes, with loftie wing, the morn; So mount, so flie, these Trophees to adorne. Grace them with all the sounds and motions of delight, Since all the earth cannot expresse a louelier sight, View them with triumph, and in shades the truth adore, No pompe or sacrifice can please Ioues greatnesse more. Turne, turne, and honor now the life, these figures beare, Loe, how heau'nly natures farre aboue all art appeare, Let their aspects reuiue in you, the fire that shin'd so late, Still mount and still retaine, your heauenly state. Gods were with dance, and with musick seru'd of old, Those happie daies deriu'd their glorious stile from gold: This pair by Hymen ioyn'd, grace you with measures then, Since they are both diuine, and you are more then men. Let here Sybilla's Trophee stand, Leade her now by either hand, That shee may approch yet nearer, And the Bride and Bridegroome heare her Blesse them in her natiue tongue, Wherein old prophesies shee sung, Which time to light hath brought: Shee speakes that which Ioue hath taught. Well may he inspire her now, To make a ioyfull and true vow. Sponsam sponse tro tene pudicam, Sponsum sponsa tene toro pudicum. Non haec vnica nox datur beatis, At vos perpetuò haec beabit vna Prole multiplici, pari que amore. Laeta, ac vera refert Sybilla, ab alto Ipse Iuppiter annuit loquenti. So be it euer, ioy and peace, And mutuall loue giue you increase, That your posteritie may grow In fame, as long as Seas doe flow. Liue you long to see your ioyes, In faire Nymphs and Princely Boyes: Breeding like the Garden flowers, Which kinde heau'n drawes with her warme showers. Enough of blessing, though too much Neuer can be said to such; But night doth wast, and Hymen chides, Kinde to Bridegroomes and to Brides, Then singing the last dance induce, So let good night preuent excuse. NO longer wrong the night, Of her Hymenaean right, A thousand Cupids call away, Fearing the approching day, The Cocks alreadie crow, Dance then and goe,