Middleton, Thomas / Rowley, William · published 1620 · first performed or written 1620 (Annals) masque · Prince Charles's Men (first) unassigned nearest T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
Let them alone; How shall we learn to live? Without book is most perfect, for with 'em We shall hardly: thou mayst keep a fence-school, 'tis a Noble Science. I had rather be i'th' Crown Office: Thou mayst keep School too, and do good service To bring up children for the next age better. 'Tis a poor living that's picked out of boys' buttocks. 'Tis somewhat better than the night-Farmer yet. Hark, What sounds are these? Ha? There's somewhat more, There is in sight a glorious presence, A presence more than humane. An amazing one, Scholar; if ever thou couldst conjure, speak now. In name of all the Deities, what art thou? Thy shine is more than Subcelestial, 'Tis at the least heavenly Angelical. A Patroness unto ye both, ye ignorant and undeserving Favourites of my Fame; You are a Soldier? Since these arms could wield Arms I have professed it, brightest Deity. To thee I am Bellona: you are a Scholar? In that poor Pilgrimage (since I could go) I hitherto have walked. To thee I am Minerva, Pallas to both, Goddess of Arts and Arms, Of Arms and Arts, for neither have precedence, For he's the complete man partakes of both, The soul of Arts joined with the flesh of valour; And he alone participates with me. Thou art no Soldier unless a Scholar, Nor thou a Scholar unless a Soldier. Ye' have Noble breedings both, worthy Foundations, And will ye build up rotten Battlements On such fair groundsels? That will ruin all: Lay Wisdom on thy Valour, on thy Wisdom, Valour; For these are mutual coincidents, What seeks the Soldier? My maintenance. Lay by thine Arms and take the City then. There's the full Cup and Cap of maintenance; And your grief is want too? I want all but grief. No: you want most, what most you do profess. Where read you to be rich was happiest? He had no bay from Phoebus, nor from me That e'er wrote so, no Minerva in him, My Priests have taught, that poverty is safe, Sweet and secure: for nature gives man nothing At his birth. When life and earth are wedded, There's neither Basin held nor Dowry given, At parting nor is any garner stored, Wardrobe or Warehouse kept for their return: Wherefore shall then man count his Myriads Of gold and silver Idols: since thrifty Nature Will nothing lend but she will have't again, And life and labour for her interest? My Priests do teach, Seek thou thyself within, Make thy mind wealthy, thy knowing conscience, And those shall keep thee company from hence. Or would you wish to emulate the gods, Live (as you may imagine) careless and free, With joys and pleasures crowned, and those eternal, This were to (far) exceed 'em: for while earth lasts The Deities themselves abate their fullness, Troubled with cries of ne'er contented man: Man then to seek and find it, all that hope Fled when Pandora's Fatal box flew ope.
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Let them alone; How shall we learne to liue? Without booke is most perfect, for with 'vm We shall hardly: thou maist keepe a Fence-Schoole, 'tis a Noble Science. I had rather beith Crowne Office: Thou maist keepe Schoole too, and doe good seruice To bring vp children for the next age better. 'Tis a poore liuing thats pickt out of boyes buttocks. 'Tis somewhat better then the night-Farmer yet. Harke, What sounds are these? Ha? Theres somewhat more, There is in sight a glorious presence, A presence more then humane. An amazing one, Scholler; if euer thou couldst coniure, speake now. In name of all the Deities, what art thou? Thy shine is more then Sub-celestiall, 'Tis at the least heauenly Angelicall. A Patronesse vnto ye both, yee ignorant and vndeseruing Fauorites of my Fame; You are a Souldier? Since these armes could weild Ames I haue profest it, brightest Deitie. To thee I am Bellona: you are a Scholler? In that poore Pilgrimage (since I could goe) I hitherto haue walkt. To thee I am Minerua, Pallas to both, Goddesse of Arts and Armes, Of Armes and Arts, for neither haue precedence, For hee's the complete man partakes of both, The soule of Arts ioyn'd with the flesh of valour; And he alone participates with me. Thou art no Souldier vnlesse a Scholler, Nor thou a Scholler vnlesse a Souldier. Ye 'aue Noble breedings both, worthy Foundations, And will ye build vp rotten Battlements On such faire groundsels? That will ruine all: Lay Wisedome on thy Valour, on thy Wisedome, Valour; For these are mutuall co-incidents, What seekes the Souldier? My maintenance. Lay by thine Armes and take the Citie then. Theres the full Cup and Cap of maintenance; And your griefe is want too? I want all but griefe. No: you want most, what most you doe professe. Where read you to bee rich was happiest? He had no bay from Phoebus, nor from me That e're wrote so, no Minerua in him, My Priests haue taught, that pouertie is safe, Sweet and secure: for nature giues man nothing At his birth. When life and earth are wedded, There's neither Bason held nor Dowry giuen, At parting nor is any garner stor'd, Wardrope or Warehouse kept for their returne: Wherefore shall then man count his Myriade's Of gold and siluer Idols: since thrifty Nature Will nothing lend but she will haue't agen, And life and labour for her interest? My Priests doe teach, Seek thou thy selfe within, Make thy minde wealthy, thy knowing conscience, And those shall keepe thee company from hence. Or would you wish to emulate the gods, Liue (as you may imagine) carelesse and free, With ioyes and pleasures crown'd, and those eternall, This were to (farre) exceede 'vm: for while earth lasts The Deities themselues abate their fulnesse, Troubled with cryes of ne're contented man: Man then to seeke and finde it, all that hope Fled when Pandora's Fatall box flew ope.