Middleton, Thomas / Rowley, William · published 1620 · first performed or written 1620 (Annals) masque · Prince Charles's Men (first) T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.81 · 470 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
If the world be not good now, 'twill ne'er be good, There's no hope on't. I have my wishes here, my sanctified Patron, I'll first fill all the Chests i'th' Vestry, Then there's a secret Vault for Great men's Legacies. Art not confounded yet? struck blind or crippled, For thy abusive thought, thou horrid hypocrite? Are these the fruits of thy long Orisons Three hours together, of thy nine Lectures weekly, Thy swooning at the hearing of an oath, Scarce to be fetched again? Away, depart, Thou white-faced Devil, Author of Heresy, Schisms, Factions, Controversies: now I know thee To be Deceit itself, wrought in by Simony, To blow corruption upon Sacred virtue. I made myself sure here. Church fail me too? I thought it mere impossible by all reason, Since there's so large a bridge to walk upon 'Twixt negligence and Superstition. Where could one better piece up a full vice? One service lazy, tother overnice: There had been 'twixt, room enough for me. I will take root, or run through each degree. Whoop, here's an alteration: by this hand, the Ships are all turned to Steeples; and the Bells ring for joy, as if they would shake down the Pinnacles. How! the Masons are at work yonder, the free Masons, I swear it's a free time for them: Ha! there's one building of a Chapel of ease: Oh, he's loath to take the pains to go to Church: Why, will he have it in's house, when the Proverb says, The devil's at home? These great rich men must take their ease i' their Inn: they'll walk you a long mile or two to get a stomach for their victuals; but not a piece of a furlong to get an appetite to their prayers. No more, the case is clear. 'Slid, who have we here? He that pleads for the world, must fall To his business roundly, most gracious And illustrious Prince, thus stands the case: The world in Greek is Cosmos, in Latin, Mundus, In Law-French Lamonde, we leave the Greek, And come to the Law-French, or glide upon the Latin, All's one business; than vnde mundus? shall we come to that? nun dirivatur à munditia? The word cleanness, Mundus, quasi mundus, clean, And what can cleanse or mundify the world Better than Law, the clearer of all Cases, The Sovereign pill or potion that expels All poisonous, rotten, and infectious wrongs, From the vexed bosom of the Commonwealth? There's a familiar phrase implies thus much, I'll put you to your purgation; that is, The Law shall cleanse you: Can the sick world then tossed up and down from time to time, repose itself In a physician's hand better improved? Upon my life and reputation, In all the Courts I come at, be assured I'll make it clean.
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If the world be not good now, 'twill ne'r be good, Theres no hope on't. I haue my wishes heere, my sanctified Patron, Ile first fill all the Chests i'th Vestry, Then theres a secret Vault for Great mens Legacies. Art not confounded yet? strucke blinde or crippled, For thy abusiue thought, thou horrid hypocrite? Are these the fruits of thy long Orisons Three houres together, of thy nine Lectures weekely, Thy sowning at the hearing of an oath, Scarce to be fetcht agen? Away, depart, Thou white-fac't Diuell, Author of Heresie, Schismes, Factions, Controuersies: now I know thee To be Deceit it selfe, wrought in by Simony, To blowe corruption vpon Sacred vertue. I made my selfe sure here. Church faile me too? I thought it meere impossible by all reason, Since theres so large a bridge to walke vpon 'Twixt negligence and Superstition. Where could one better piece vp a full vice? One seruice lazy, t'other ouer-nice: There had beene twixt, roome enough for me. I will take roote, or runne through each degree. Whoope, here's an alteration: by this hand, the Ships are all turn'd to Steeples; and the Bels ring for ioy, as if they would shake downe the Pinacles. How! the Masons are at worke yonder, the free Masons, I sweare it's a free time for them: Ha! theres one building of a Chappell of ease: Oh, he's loth to take the paines to goe to Church: Why, will he haue it in's house, when the Prouerb sayes, The Diuel's at home? These great rich men must take their ease i' their Inne: theyle walke you a long mile or two to get a stomack for their victuals; but not a piece of a furlong to get an appetite to their prayers. No more, the case is cleere. ▪Slid, who haue we heere? He that pleades for the world, must fall To his businesse roundly, most gracious And illustrious Prince, thus stands the case: The world in Greeke is Cosmos, in Latine, Mundus, In Law-French Lamonde, we leaue the Greeke, And come to the Law-French, or glide vpon the Latine, All's one businesse; then vnde mundus? shall we come to that? Nonne diriuatur à munditia? The word cleannesse, Mundus, quasi mundus, cleane, And what can clense or mundifie the world Better then Law, the cleerer of all Cases, The Soueraigne pill or potion that expels All poysonous, rotten, and infectious wrongs, From the vext bosome of the Common-wealth? Theres a familiar phrase implyes thus much, I'le put you to▪ your purgation; that is, The Law shall cleanse you: Can the sick world then Tost vp and downe from time to time, repose it selfe In a Physicians hand better improu'd? Vpon my life and reputation, In all the Courts I come at, be assur'd Ile make it cleane.