Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
I see these pleasures of low Births and Natures, Add little freshness to your cheeks, I pity you, And can no longer now conceal from you, Your happy Omen, Sir, Blessings draw near you, I will disclose a Secret in Astrology, By the sweet Industry of Harmony, Your white and glorious friend; e'en very Deities have conspired, to grace Your fair Inauguration, here I find it, 'tis clear in Art, The minute, nay, the point of Time's arrived, methinks the blessings touch you, now they're felt, Sir. NEw-yeere, New-yeere! harke, harken to me, I am sent downe To crowne, Thy wishes, with me, Thy faire desires in Vertues Court are fil'de, The goodnesse of thy thought, This blessed worke hath wrought, Time shall be reconcilde: Thy Spring shall in all sweets abound, Thy Sommer shall be cleere and sound, Thy Autumne swell the Barne and Loft, With Corne and fruits, ripe, sweet and soft, And in thy Winter, when all goe, Thou shalt depart as white as Snow. Behold, behold, harke, harken to me, Glories come downe, To crowne Thy wishes, with me, Bright Heroes in lasting Honour spher'd Vertues eternall Spring, (By making Time their King.) See, they're beyond Time reard. Yet in their loue to humane good, In which estate themselues once stood, They all descend to haue their worth Shine, to Imitation, forth: And by their Motion, Light and Loue, To Show how after Times should moue! MOue on, Moue on, be still the same, You Beauteous Sonnes of Brightnesse, You adde to Honour Spirit and Flame, To Vertue, Grace, and Vhitenesse; You, whose euery little motion May learne Strictnesse more Deuotion, Euery Pace, of that high worth, It treades a faire Example forth; Quickens a Vertue, makes a Storie, To your owne Heroick Glorie. May your three times thrice Blest Number Rayse Merit from his Ancient S'umber; Moue on, Moue on, &c. SEe, whether Fate hath lead you, (Lamps of Honour) (Fog Goodnesse brings her owne reward vpon her) Looke, turne your Eyes, & then conclude, commending, And say, you haue lost no Worth by your Descending, Behold a Heauen about you, Spheres more plentie, There, for one Luna, here shines Ten, And for one Venus, Twentie; Then Heroes, double both your Fame and Light, Each chuse his Starre, and full adorne this Night. The Morning grey, Bids, come away, Every Lady should begin To take her Chamber, for the Stars are in: Live Long the Miracles of Times and Years, Till with those Heroes, You sit fixed in Spheres.
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I ſee theſe pleaſures of low Births and Natures, Adde little freſhneſſe to your cheeks, I pittie you, And can no longer now conceale from you, Your happy Omen, Sir, Bleſſings draw neere you, I will diſcloſe a Secret in Aſtrologie, By the ſweet Induſtry of Harmonie, Your white and glorious friend; Eu'n very Deities haue conſpir'd, to grace Your faire Inauguration, here I find it, Tis cleere in Art, The minute, nay, the point of Time's ariu'd, Me thinkes the bleſſings touch you, now they're felt, Sir. NEw-yeere, New-yeere! harke, harken to me, I am ſent downe To crowne, Thy wiſhes, with me, Thy faire deſires in Vertues Court are fil'de, The goodneſſe of thy thought, This bleſſed worke hath wrought, Time ſhall be reconcilde: Thy Spring ſhall in all ſweets abound, Thy Sommer ſhall be cleere and ſound, Thy Autumne ſwell the Barne and Loft, With Corne and fruits, ripe, ſweet and ſoft, And in thy Winter, when all goe, Thou ſhalt depart as white as Snow. Behold, behold, harke, harken to me, Glories come downe, To crowne Thy wiſhes, with me, Bright Heroes in laſting Honour ſpher'd Vertues eternall Spring, (By making Time their King.) See, they're beyond Time reard. Yet in their loue to humane good, In which eſtate themſelues once ſtood, They all deſcend to haue their worth Shine, to Imitation, forth: And by their Motion, Light and Loue, To Show how after Times ſhould moue! MOue on, Moue on, be ſtill the ſame, You Beauteous Sonnes of Brightneſſe, You adde to Honour Spirit and Flame, To Vertue, Grace, and Vhiteneſſe; You, whoſe euery little motion May learne Strictneſſe more Deuotion, Euery Pace, of that high worth, It treades a faire Example forth; Quickens a Vertue, makes a Storie, To your owne Heroick Glorie. May your three times thrice Bleſt Number Rayſe Merit from his Ancient S'umber; Moue on, Moue on, &c. SEe, whether Fate hath lead you, (Lamps of Honour) (Fog Goodneſſe brings her owne reward vpon her) Looke, turne your Eyes, & then conclude, commending, And ſay, you haue lost no Worth by your Deſcending, Behold a Heauen about you, Spheres more plentie, There, for one Luna, here ſhines Ten, And for one Venus, Twentie; Then Heroes, double both your Fame and Light, Each chuſe his Starre, and full adorne this Night. The Morning gray, Bids, come away, Euery Lady ſhould begin To take her Chamber, for the Stars are in: Liue Long the Miracles of Times and Yeeres, Till with thoſe Heroes, You ſit fixt in Spheres.