Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Nuce, ThomasPseudo-Seneca · published 1566 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and typicality 0.86 · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Your noble spouse, sprung forth of sainted peer, Of Claudius' stock, the starbright Diamond clear, That goddess Iuno wise her brother's bed Partaking, pressed down with buttocks red, Your graces princely court shall garnish gay, With wondrous heavenly fair descended stay. Incestuous married dames, from stock, and stem, Detract all hope, that we should have of them. Nor us, could she once love, that we could see, Nor with our person once at all agree. In tender budding years, when love suppressed With blushing, hides the flames of burning breast, Scant plain appears the love they bear in deed. Thus we ourself with hope in vain did feed: Although undoubted signs, as body wried, And frowning looks, which we have oft espied, Her spiteful, hating stomach did bewray Which she doth bear, whom duty binds t' obey. Which yet at last, big, boiling, grievous pain With death determined hath t'avengeavenge again. We have found out, for birth, and beauties grace A worthy make, for such an empress place: To whom, that lovely goddess, Venus' bright, And mighty Ioue his spouse that Iuno hight, And goddess fierce in boisterous warlike arts, Gives place for bodies seemly portrayed parts. Faith, meekness, manners mild, & hashfull shame Of spouse, those aught an husband to reclaim. The perls of judging mind, alone remain, Not subject once to any ruler's reign. The passing pride of beauties numbing grace Each day appalls, and blemisheth a pace. What praises woman wights have in them closed? All those, in her alone hath God reposed. And such a peerless peer, the guides of life, The destinies would have borne to be our wife. O noble prince such blind, unlawful love, (Do rashly credit nought) from you remove. Whom Ioue can not repel that rules the clouds, And piercing raging floods, therein him shrouds, And rangeth through the reign of Pluto's pit, And pulleth down in welkin high that sit The mighty powers of heaven, the God of love? And can I then his force from me remove? Swift winged love, men's fanste fond, in vain A mercy wanting God to be, doth fame: And arms his hands with wounding weapons keen And bows with burning brands, for lovers green: Of Venus to be sprung, they all accord, And blindly forged, of thunder's limping Lord. Bland love the minds great torment sore, appears, And buddeth first, in frolic youthful years. Who, while we drink of fortunes pleasant cup, With lazy pampering riot, is nestled up: Whom if to foster up, you leave at length It fleeting, falls away with broken strength. This is, in all our life, as I suppose The greatest cause, how pleasure, first arose. Which sith mankinde by brooding, bydeth ayt, Through gladsome love, that fierce wild beasts doth sway It never can, from manly breast departed. This self same God, I wish with all my heart The wedlock lights to bear before our grace, And fasten Poppy, sure, in our bed place. The people's grief might never yield to it: Nor virtue can, the same at all, permit.
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Your noble spouse, sprong forth of saincted péere, Of Claudius stock, the starbright Diamond cleere, That goddesse Iuno wise hir brothers bed Partaking, pressed downe with buttocks red, Your graces princely court shall garnish gay, With wondrous heauenly faire descended stay. Incestuous maried dames, from stock, and stem, Detract all hope, that we should haue of them. Nor vs, could she once loue, that we could sée, Nor with our person once at all agrée. In tender budding yeres, when loue supprest With blusshing, hydes the flames of burning brest, Scant plaine appeares the loue they beare in déede. Thus we our selfe with hope in vaine did féede: Although vndoubted signes, as body wryed, And frowning lookes, which we haue oft espyed, Hir spitefull, hating stomack did bewray Which shee doth beare, whome duety byndes t' obay. Which yet at last, bigge, boyling, gréeuous paine With death determinde hath t'auenge againe. We haue found out, for byrth, and beauties grace A worthy make, for such an Empresse place: To whome, that louely goddesse, Venus bright, And mightie Ioue his spouse that Iuno hight, And goddesse fierce in boysterous warlike artes, Giues place for bodies séemely portraid partes. Faith, meekenesse, maners mylde, & hashfull shame Of spouse, those ought an husbande to reclame. The perls of iudging minde, alone remaine, Not subiect once to any rulers raigne. The passing pryde of beawties numming grace Eche day appals, and bleamisheth a pace. What praises woman wights haue in thē closde? All those, in hir alone hath God reposde. And such a péerelesse péere, the guides of life, The destnies would haue borne to be our wife. O noble prince such blinde, unlawfull loue, (Do rashly credit nought) from you remoue. Whom Ioue can not repell that rules the clouds, And pearcing raging flouds, therein him shrouds, And raungeth through the raigne of Plutos pit, And pulleth down in welkin hie that sit The mightie powers of heauen, the God of loue? And can I then his force from me remoue? Swift winged loue, mens fanste fond, in vaine A mercy wanting God to be, doth fame: And armes his hands with wounding weapons kéene And bowes with burning bronds, for louers gréene: Of Venus to be sprong, they all accord, And blyndly forgde, of thunders limping Lorde. Bland loue the minds great torment sore, appeares, And buddeth first, in frollick youthfull yeares. Who, while we drinke of fortunes pleasaunt cup, With laysie pampring ryot, is nestled vp: Whome if to foster vp, you leaue at length It fleting, falles away with broken strength. This is, in all our life, as I suppose The greatest cause, how pleasure, first arose. Which sith mankinde by brooding, bydeth ayt, Through gladsome loue, that fierce wilde beasts doth sway It neuer can, from manly breast depart. This selfe same God, I wish with all my harte The wedlock lights to beare before our grace, And fasten Poppie, sure, in our bed place. The peoples griefe might neuer yelde to it: Nor vertue can, the same at all, permit.