Technogamia, or The Marriages of the Arts · chunk 19 of 64
Holyday, Barten · published 1618 · first performed or written 1618 [Feb 13] (Annals) comedy · at University unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 525 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Ha! as beautiful as the Stars? and no History ever made mention of so fair a one? why that is, it shall not be Historia but Astronomia. I'm crowned! Sirrah, you flatter me. It is the decree of the God's Sir. Why now my dream's out. You shall have many children, and one of them shall be borne with Teeth in his head, and his name shallbe Satyrico. Nay, I'll bear with any misfortune in my children, so I may be happy in my wife. O divine Astronomia, why? was not this my very dream? methought as on a shady bank I lay, The whilst a murmuring Brook did gently play With his soft sliding waves, and did complain How Astronomia did my love disdain; A Lady, like my Love, in Heaven did stand, The Sun and Moon waiting on either hand: And when I spoke, she Frowned: and, when I cried, She, with a wanton smile, seemed to deride. At last the Sun and Moon did both descend, And unto me, methought, their course did bend. But when they were drawn nigh, they both appeared coal-black; that with the wonder I was feared. They came and kissed me, and then suddenly They both did vanish from my trembling eye. The Lady then, seeming to smile, did make A sign unto me, and did bid me take The Teian Poet, sweet Anacreon, My individual companion, And in my native language to translate His Niobe, and as it was her fate To turn into a stone; so I by this Should find a stranger Metamorphosis: And she, that I did love, should change her heart Of stone, and by her love release my smart. I took my book and straight translated it; (Lines soon are penned when Love doth dictate wit) With that methought she pulled me up unto her, And said; I'll now refresh thee my grieved wooer. she pulled me up, and when I was e'en crowned With Heaven, she let me fall back to the ground. When with the fall methought I lost my dear Anacreon, and that increased my fear. Then with this double fear I straight awake, And my faint joints with a chill horror shaked. I'll comment thus: that face that from above Appeared, was the fair image of my love, Bright Astronomia: and the darkened Sun And Moon that graciously vouchsafed to run From their own Sphere to kiss me, were these two Black, but glad messengers (if this be true They do pronounce) and therefore they were sent From heaven, because they knew the God's intent. The turning of Anacreon doth imply I shall obtain her love by poesy. And, ere I rose, this morn I made my quill Express Anacreon's Iönian skill. Verses can draw the Moon from Heaven; then may My lines, if blessed, win Astronomia. Her letting me fall down, was not true story, But feigned by envious sleep to make me sorry. So was the losing my Anacreon: But dearest friend, as yet thou art not gone: No, no, my hopes and joys are too too great; And these do flatter me too much—
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Ha! as beautifull as the Starres? and no Hiſtorie euer made mention of ſo faire a one? why that is, it ſhall not be Hiſtoria but Aſtronomia. I'me crown'd! Sirrah, you flatter mee. It is the decree of the gods Sir. Why now my dreame's out. You ſhall haue many children, and one of them ſhall be borne with Teeth in his head, and his name ſhalbe Satyrico. Nay, Ile beare with any misfortune in my children, ſo I may bee happy in my wife. O diuine Aſtronomia, why? was not this my very dreame? ME thought as on a ſhadie banke I lay, The whilſt a murm'ring Brooke did gently play With his ſoft ſliding waues, and did complaine How Aſtronomia did my loue diſdaine; A Ladie, like my Loue, in Heau'n did ſtand, The Sunne and Moone waiting on either hand: And when I ſpake, ſhee Frown'd: and, when I cri'd, Shee, with a wanton ſmile, ſeem'd to deride. At laſt the Sunne and Moone did both deſcend, And vnto me, me thought, their courſe did bend. But when they were drawne nigh, they both appear'd Cole-blacke; that with the wonder I was fear'd. They came and kiſs'd me, and then ſuddainly They both did vaniſh from my trembling eye. The Lady then, ſeeming to ſmile, did make A ſigne vnto me, and did bid me take The Teian Poet, ſweet Anacreon, My indiuiduall companion, And in my natiue language to tranſlate His Niobe, and as it was her fate To turne into a ſtone; ſo I by this Should find a ſtranger Metamorphoſis: And ſhee, that I did loue, ſhould change her heart Of ſtone, and by her loue releaſe my ſmart. I tooke my booke and ſtraight tranſlated it; (Lines ſoone are pen'd when Loue doth dictate wit) With that me thought ſhee pull'd me vp vnto her, And ſaid; Ile now refreſh thee my grieu'd wooer. Shee pull'd me vp, and when I was eu'n crown'd With Heau'n, ſhee let me fall backe to the ground. When with the fall me thought I loſt my deare Anacreon, and that increas'd my feare. Then with this double feare I ſtraight awake, And my faint ioynts with a chill horror ſhakt. Ile comment thus: that face that from aboue Appear'd, was the faire image of my loue, Bright Aſtronomia: and the darkned Sun And Moone that graciouſly vouchſaft to run From their owne Spheare to kiſſe me, were theſe two Blacke, but glad meſſengers (if this be true They doe pronounce) and therefore they were ſent From heau'n, becauſe they knew the gods intent. The turning of Anacreon doth imply I ſhall obtaine her loue by Poëſie. And, ere I roſe, this morne I made my quill Expreſſe Anacreons Iönian skill. Verſes can draw the Moone from Heau'n; then may My lines, if bleſt, winne Aſtronomia. Her letting me fall downe, was not true ſtory, But fain'd by enuious ſleepe to make me ſorry. So was the loſing my Anacreon: But deareſt friend, as yet thou art not gone: No, no, my hopes and ioyes are too too great; And theſe doe flatter me too much—