Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Nuce, ThomasPseudo-Seneca · published 1566 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 498 words
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And to be changed to an unwyldie lump. Now priest at hand this worlds last day doth jump, With boisterous fall, and tumbling rush of sky, To squeeze, and make this cursed kind abye. That springing once again, it may yield out, another strange renewed virtuous rout. As once before, it did, new sprung again, What time Saturnus held his golden reign. That blameless, chaste, unspotted virgin clear, A goddess much of might, cleped justice here, With sacred sooth sent down from heavenly space, At ease on earth did rule the mortal race. That people plain knew not of warlike feats, Nor trembling trumpets tune, that rends, & beats, The soldiers ears: nor chasshing armour bright, That warring wights defend in field, and fight. Nor wonted was with walls to raumpire round, Their open Cities set in any stound. To each man passage free lay opened than: Nothing there private was to any man. And then the ground itself, and fertile soil, Her fruitful bosom baarde all void of toil, Into such bounden barus, a Matron good, And peaceable unto so just a brood. But then, an other second race arose, perceived not to be so meek as those. A third more wise, and witty sort up starts, Of nature forged fit t'inventinvent new arts: As yet unspotted quite with filthy vice. Soon after tho, they raundge with new device, That boldly venture dare in scudding race, Unwieldy beasts for to pursue apace. And mighty weighing, struggling fishes great, With watery coats yclad, with fisher's feat, With net in window wise draw forth: and streak With craft of quill, the nibbling fishes cheek. And silly birds beguiled with pining train: And light foot dear, for life that fling amain In tangling gins entrapped, that safely hold. And sturdy scowling visaged bulls controlled, On fleshy fillet necks, make wear the yoke: And earth ere that ungrubbed up that broke: Which then turned up, with ploughman's shining share, In sacred bosom deep, her fruits kept there. But now this age much worse than all the rest, Hath leapt into her mother's broken breast: And rusty lumpish iron, and massy gold, Hath digged out, that was quite hid with mould. And fight fists have armed without delay: And drawing forth their bonds for rule to stay, Have certain several jolly kingdoms made, And cities new have raside now ruled with blade, And fenceth, either with their proper force Strange stounds, or them assaults, the which is worse. The starry specked virgin flower of skies, Which justice hight, that guilty folk descries, Now lightly esteem e of mortal people here, Each earthly stound is fled, and comes not near The savage manuerd rout, and beastly rude, With dabbed wrists in gory blood imbrued. The great desire of griefly war is sprung: And raping thirst of gold, it is not young. Throughout the world, a mighty monstrous vice, Fowl, filthy, monstrous just hath got the price, A pleasant tickling plague: whom longer space,
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And to be chaungde to an vnwyldie lumpe. Now prest at hand this worldes last day doth iumpe, With boystrous fall, and tumbling rush of skie, To squease, and make this curssed kinde abie. That springing once againe, it may yéelde out, An other straunge renued vertuous route. As once before, it did, new sprong againe, What time Saturnus held his golden raigne. That blamelesse, chaste, vnspotted virgin cléere, A goddesse much of might, clept Iustice heere, With sacred sooth sent downe from heauenly space, At ease on earth did rule the mortall race. That people plaine knew not of warlick feates, Nor trembling trumpets tune, that rends, & beates, The souldiours eares: nor chasshing armour bright, That warring wyghts defend in field, and fight. Nor wonted was with walles to raumpire rounde, Their open Cities set in any stounde. To eche man passage free lay opened than: Nothing there priuate was to any man. And then the ground it selfe, and fertile soyle, Hir fruitfull bosome baarde all voyde of toyle, Into such bounden barus, a Matron good, And peaceable vnto so iuste a broode. But then, an other second race arose, Perceyued not to be so méeke as those. A third more wise, and witty sort vp starts, Of nature forged fit t'inuent new arts: As yet vnspotted quite with filthy vice. Soone after tho, they raundge with new deuice, That boldly venture dare in scudding race, Vnweldie beasts for to pursue apace. And mighty weying, struggling fisshes great, With watrie coates yclad, with fisshers feat, With net in window wise draw forth: and stréeke With craft of quill, the nibbling fysshes chéeke. And silly byrdee begylde with pyning traine: And light foote déere, for lyfe that fling amaine In tangling gins entrapt, that safely holde. And sturdy scouling visagde buls controlde, On flesshie fillet necks, make weare the yoake: And erth ere that vngrubbed vp that broake: Which thē turnde vp, with plowmans shining share, In sacred bosome déepe, hir fruits kept thare. But now this age much worse than all the rest, Hath lept into hir mothers broken brest: And rustye lumpishe yron, and massie golde, Hath digged out, that was quite hidde with molde. And fighting fists haue armde without delaye: And drawing forth their bonds for rule to staye, Haue certayne seuerall ioyly kingdoms made, And cities new haue raside now rulde with blade, And fenseth, eyther with their propre force Straunge stounds, or them assaults, the which is worse. The starrie specked virgine floure of skyes, Which Iustice hight, that guiltie folke disies, Now lightlie estéee of mortall people here, Ech erthly stound is fled, and comes not néere The sauage manuerd rout, and beastly rude, With dabbed wrists in goarie bloud embrued. The great desyre of grieflie war is sprong: And raping thurst of gold, it is not yong. Throughout the world, a mightie monstrous vice, Fowle, filthie, monstrous iust hath got the price, A pleasaunt tickling plague: whome longer space,