Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
I that am styled the potent king of waves, Oceanus, he that in a moment can Curb the vast depth of sea when as it raves, And level marble mountains that have ran, To ruin earth and skies; I now am sent From all the watery deities to attend Thy stately triumphs, as an honour meant To add unto thy greatness, which toth' end, And confines of our rule hath clapped his wings; For still the water Nymphs, and gods of streams, Running unto my bosom, each one brings, Report of thee; but my beloved Thames, Full often when the cheerful Lamp of day, Hath warmed my chilly bowels with his fires, Hath ticed me from his comfort with a lay Of what thou art; and then with prayers, desires, And what else could attract me to consent, Hath yielded to my convey thy large ships, To traffic through my wide vast continent. And now with a desire that outstrips Imagination, I am come to see, And wonder at the state which I now find, For to attend thy Brotherhood, and thee: And now with you this league I will combined, That while the influence of the forked moon, Appoints my curled billows ebbs, and tides, While that the shipman throws to heaven his boon For safe return, and while that stella rides, With sparkling glory o'er my wrinkled face, My care shall be for ever to attend; Your wealthy bottoms to your coasts apace; And this my promise will I never end, Nor break, until your wealth and states surmount▪ Tagus unvalued sands in the account. ANd here the god of winds his promise plights, That whilst the boisterous North, & gentle West, The South, and nipping East wind, days and nights, Begird the desert Ocean, ready pressed, To execute my will, with prosperous gales, I will send home your ships, and take delight To play with gentle murmurs on your sails. Thus since both seas, and winds, themselves unite, Unto your good, I wish all powers divine, Might unto your their love and aids incline. We Muses of the pleasant hill, that bath within the Thespian spring, That did direct the Grecians quill, Who of old Pelius son did sing. We that Amphion did in╌spire, With ad╌mired strains and lays, And did infuse a sacred fire, In both these to gain the Bays. We Apollo's handmaids nine, Come to meet thee on the way, that unto thy honour's shrine, We might dedi╌cate this day. And his die╌ty us a╌mong, So curious╌ly shall wrest thy glory. That the envious 'mongst this throng shall confess it merits story. ME thinks I see amazement pierce each eye, That views me representing my weak state, Who sated with my dull variety, Turn back their heads I do not imitate; But show the spacious world, the age I bear: For when command of the immortal powers, Had given me being, when I first did rear My Nimble essence on the winged hours: I went forth like the spring, and did behold, And wear out man's first days the age of gold; Then rose the silver age, and that decayed, Successively another ganne to reign, Called the Brazen age: when that did fade, This last prop of the world that doth sustain, My ponderous glass and me, the Iron age, Sprung up to be my Atlas; were he gone, These Elements attending would with rage, Turn feeble Time to desolation: But now do you not wonder much to see, Me as I am ay'd, a solemnity,
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I that am ſtil'd the potent king of waues, Oceanus, he that in a moment can Curbe the vaſt depth of ſea when as it raues, And leuell marble mountaines that haue ran, To ruine earth and skies; I now am ſent From all the watery deities to attend Thy ſtately triumphs, as an honor ment To adde vnto thy greatneſſe, which to'th end, And confines of our rule hath clapt his wings; For ſtill the water Nymphs, and gods of ſtreames, Running vnto my boſom, each one brings, Report of thee; but my beloued Thames, Full often when the cheerefull Lampe of day, Hath warm'd my chilly bowells with his fires, Hath tic'd me from his comfort with a lay Of what thou art; and then with prayers, deſires, And what elſe could attract me to conſent, Hath yeelded to my conuay thy large ſhips, To traffique through my wide vaſt continent. And now with a deſire that outſtrips Imagination, I am come to ſee, And wonder at the ſtate which I now find, For to attend thy Brotherhood, and thee: And now with you this legue I will combind, That while the influence of the forked moone, Appoints my curled billowes ebbes, and tides, While that the ſhipman throwes to heauen his boone For ſafe returne, and while that ſtella rides, With ſparkling glory o're my wrinkled face, My care ſhall be for euer to attend; Your wealthy bottoms to your coaſts apace; And this my promiſe will I neuer end, Nor breake, vntill your wealth and ſtates ſurmount▪ Tagus vnualued ſands in the account. ANd here the god of winds his promiſe plights, That whilſt the boiſterous North, & gentle Weſt, The South, and nipping Eaſt wind, daies and nights, Begirt the deſert Ocean, ready preſt, To execute my will, with proſperous gales, I will ſend home your ſhips, and take delight To play with gentle murmures on your ſailes. Thus ſince both ſeas, and winds, themſelues vnite, Vnto your good, I wiſh all powers diuine, Might vnto your their loue and aids incline. We Muſes of the pleaſant hill, that bath within the Theſpian ſpring, That did direct the Grecians quill, Who of olde Pelius ſonne did ſing. We that Amphion did in╌ſpire, With ad╌mired ſtraines and layes, And did infuſe a ſacred fire, In both theſe to gaine the Bayes. We Appolloes hand-mayds nine, Come to meet thee on the way, that vnto thy honours ſhrine, Wee might dedi╌cate this day. And his die╌ty vs a╌mong, So curiouſ╌ly ſhal wreſt thy glory. That the enuious mongſt this throng ſhall confeſſe it merits ſtory. ME thinkes I ſee amazement pierce each eye, That viewes me repreſenting my weake ſtate, Who ſated with my dull variety, Turne backe their heads I do not imitate; But ſhew the ſpatious world, the age I beare: For when command of the immortall powers, Had giuen me being, when I firſt did reare My Nimble eſſence on the winged howers: I went forth like the ſpring, and did behold, And weare out mans firſt dayes the age of gold; Then roſe the ſiluer age, and that decaid, Succeſſiuely another ganne to raigne, Called the Brazen age: when that did fade, This laſt prop of the world that doth ſuſtaine, My ponderous glaſſe and me, the Iron age, Sprung vp to be my Atlas; were he gone, Theſe Elements attending would with rage, Turne feeble Time to deſolation: But now doe you not wonder much to ſee, Me as I am ay'd, a ſolemnity,