The Royal Entertainment at Highgate (The Penates) · chunk 1 of 5
Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1604 [May 1] (Annals) entertainment; royal entertainment or entry · before the Court unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 231 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Leap light hearts in every breast, joy is now the fittest passion; Double majesty hath blessed All the place, with that high grace, Exceedeth admiration! Welcome, monarch of this Isle, Europe's envy, and her mirror; Great in each part of thy style: England's wish, and Scotland's bliss, Both France, and Ireland's terror. Welcome, are you; and no less, Your admired queen: the glory Both of state, and comeliness. Every line of her divine Form, is a beauteous story. High in fortune, as in blood, So are both; and blood renowned By oft falls, that make a flood In your veins: yet, all these strains Are in your virtues drowned. House, be proud; For of earth's store These two, only, are the wonder: In them she's rich, and in no more. Zeal is bound their praise to sound As loud as fame, or thunder. Note, but how the air, the spring Concur in their devotions; Pairs of Turtles sit, and sing On each tree, o'erjoyed to see In them like love, like motions. Enter sir, this longing door, Whose glad lord nought could have blessed Equally; (I'm sure not more) Then this sight: save of your right, When you were first possessed. That, indeed, transcended this. Since which hour, wherein you gained it. For this grace, both he and his, Every day, have learned to pray, And, now, they have obtained it.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
LEape light hearts in euery brest, Ioy is now the fittest passion; Double maiestie hath blest All the place, with that high grace, Exceedeth admiration! Welcome, monarch of this Isle, Europes enuie, and her merror; Great in each part of thy stile: Englands wish, and Scotlands blisse, Both France, and Irelands terror. Welcome, are you; and no lesse, Your admired queene: the glory Both of state, and comelinesse. Euery line of her diuine Forme, is a beautious storie. High in fortune, as in blood, So are both; and blood renowned By oft falls, that make a flood In your veines: yet, all these streines Are in your vertues drowned. House, be proud; For of earth's store These two, onely, are the wonder: In them shee's rich, and in no more. Zeale is bound their prayse to sound As loud as fame, or thunder. Note, but how the ayre, the spring Concurre in their deuotions; Payres of Turtles sit, and sing On each tree, ore-ioy'd to see In them like loue, like motions. Enter sir, this longing dore, Whose glad lord nought could haue blessed Equally; (I'am sure not more) Then this sight: saue' of your right, When you were first possessed. That, indeed, transcended this. Since which houre, wherein you gayn'd it. For this grace, both he and his, Euery day, haue learn'd to pray, And, now, they haue obtayn'd it.