Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1615 [Jan 6] [incorrect] (Annals) masque · before the Court T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and typicality 0.74 · 447 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
And that be seene a while, and then be none. Now, now, descend you both belou'd of IOVE, And of the good on earth no lesse the loue, Descend you long long wish'd, and wanted paire, And as your softer times diuide the aire, So shake all clouds off, with your golden haire, For spight is spent: the iron age is fled, And, with her power on earth, her name is dead. And are we then, To liue agen, With men? Will IOVE such pledges to the earth restore As iustice? or the purer ore? But doe they know, How much they owe, Belowe? And will of grace receiue it, not as due? If not, they harme themselues, not you. True. True. Let narrow Natures (how they will) mistake, The great should still be good for their owne sake. Welcome to earth and raigne. But how without a traine Shall we our state sustaine? Leaue that to IOVE: therein you are No little part of his MINERVA'S care. Expect a while. You farre-fam'd spirits of this happie Ile, That, for your sacred songs haue gain'd the stile Of PHOEBVS sons: whose notes they aire aspire Of th'old Aegyptian, or the Thracian lyre, That Chaucer, Gower, Lidgate, Spencer hight Put on your better flames, and larger light, To waite vpon the age that shall your names new nourish, Since vertue prest shall grow, and buried arts shall flourish. We come. We come. Our best of fire Is that which PALLAS doth inspire. Then see you yonder soules, set far within the shade, And in Elysian bowres the blessed seates doe keepe, That for their liuing good, now semigods are made, And went away from earth, as if but tam'd with sleepe: These we must ioyne to wake; for these are of the straine That iustice dare defend, and will the age sustaine. Awake, awake, for whom these times were kept, O wake, wake, wake, as you had neuer slept, Make haste and put on arie, to be their guard, Whom once but to defend, is still reward. Thus PALLAS throwes a lightning from her shield. To which let all that doubtfull darknesse yeeld. Now peace. and loue, faith. Ioyes, all all increase. And strife and hate, and feare, and paine, all cease. No tumour of an yron vaine. The causes shall not come againe. But, as of old, all now be gold. Moue, moue then to these sounds. And, doe, not onely, walke your solemne rounds, But giue those light and ayrie bounds, That fit the Genij of these gladder grounds. Alreadie? Doe not all things smile? But when they haue enioy'd a while, The ages quickning power:
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And that be seene a while, and then be none. Now, now, descend you both belou'd of IOVE, And of the good on earth no lesse the loue, Descend you long long wish'd, and wanted paire, And as your softer times diuide the aire, So shake all clouds off, with your golden haire, For spight is spent: the iron age is fled, And, with her power on earth, her name is dead. And are we then, To liue agen, With men? Will IOVE such pledges to the earth restore As iustice? or the purer ore? But doe they know, How much they owe, Belowe? And will of grace receiue it, not as due? If not, they harme themselues, not you. True. True. Let narrow Natures (how they will) mistake, The great should still be good for their owne sake. Welcome to earth and raigne. But how without a traine Shall we our state sustaine? Leaue that to IOVE: therein you are No little part of his MINERVA'S care. Expect a while. You farre-fam'd spirits of this happie Ile, That, for your sacred songs haue gain'd the stile Of PHOEBVS sons: whose notes they aire aspire Of th'old Aegyptian, or the Thracian lyre, That Chaucer, Gower, Lidgate, Spencer hight Put on your better flames, and larger light, To waite vpon the age that shall your names new nourish, Since vertue prest shall grow, and buried arts shall flourish. We come. We come. Our best of fire Is that which PALLAS doth inspire. Then see you yonder soules, set far within the shade, And in Elysian bowres the blessed seates doe keepe, That for their liuing good, now semigods are made, And went away from earth, as if but tam'd with sleepe: These we must ioyne to wake; for these are of the straine That iustice dare defend, and will the age sustaine. Awake, awake, for whom these times were kept, O wake, wake, wake, as you had neuer slept, Make haste and put on arie, to be their guard, Whom once but to defend, is still reward. Thus PALLAS throwes a lightning from her shield. To which let all that doubtfull darknesse yeeld. Now peace. and loue, faith. Ioyes, all all increase. And strife and hate, and feare, and paine, all cease. No tumour of an yron vaine. The causes shall not come againe. But, as of old, all now be gold. Moue, moue then to these sounds. And, doe, not onely, walke your solemne rounds, But giue those light and ayrie bounds, That fit the Genij of these gladder grounds. Alreadie? Doe not all things smile? But when they haue enioy'd a while, The ages quickning power: