The Entertainment for the General Training (Pallas) · chunk 2 of 2
Middleton, Thomas · published 1621 · first performed or written 1621 [1620-1621] (Annals) entertainment; civic play T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions typicality 0.69 · 346 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
Which every thing provides for, blessed with reason, Let this grave Lord's Example, (in its Prime) Who perfects all his Actions with his Time, Makes even with the Years, to his fair Fame, Gives His Accounts up with a Glorious Name In Field and Court, move all men to discharge Their manly Offices and pains at large; Let every Year (at least) once in his Round, See you like Sons of Honour tread this Ground; And Heaven that both gives, & secures just wealth, The City bless with Safety, You with Health. IMagine now, each apprehensive Guest The Year departed; this his Funeral Feast, ay, a chief Mourner, this a sad Pageant, here, Set with the orphan's Sigh, the widow's Tear, All seem to mourn, as locked from their reliefs, Till the New Sun of justice dry their griefs; And as there is no Glorious thing that ends, But leaves a Fame behind it, that commends Or disapproves the Progress of his Acts: So in this Epitaph, sad Truth contracts A spacious Story, which spread forth at large, Might instruct All, built up for Power & Charge HEre ends a Year that never misspent day, Through Fame's celestial Signs made his own way, By discrete judgement all his time still led, Which is the only Sign governs the Head, Mercy to wants, and Bounty to Desert, The special Sign that rules the noble Heart, A Year of goodness, and a Year of right, In which the honest cause sued with delight. A Year wherein nothing that's good, was dull, Began at moon's Increase, and ends at Full; Full cup, full welcome: adding the sun's gift, Who nearer his declining, the more swift In his illustrious course, more bright, more clear, Such is the glorious setting of this Year, His beamy substance shines e'en through his shroud As the fair Sun shoots splendour through his cloud; May every Year succeeding this, still have No worse an Epitaph to deck his Grave, And so my last farewell (this Tear for me) Wishing that many may conclude like Thee.
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Which euery thing prouides for, bleſt with reaſon, Let this graue Lord's Example, (in its Prime) Who perfects all his Actions with his Time, Makes euen with the Years, to his faire Fame, Giues His Accounts vp with a Glorious Name In Field and Court, moue all men to diſcharge Their manly Offices and paines at large; Let euery Yeare (at leaſt) once in his Round, See you like Sonnes of Honour tread this Ground; And Heauen that both giues, & ſecures iuſt welth, The City bleſſe with Safety, You with Health. IMagine now, each apprehenſiue Gueſt The Yeare departed; this his Funerall Feaſt, I, a chiefe Mourner, this a ſad Pageant, here, Set with the Orphans Sigh, the Widowes Teare, All ſeeme to mourne, as lockt from their reliefes, Till the New Sun of Iuſtice dry their griefes; And as there is no Glorious thing that ends, But leaues a Fame behind it, that commends Or diſapproues the Progreſſe of his Acts: So in this Epitaph, ſad Truth contracts A ſpacious Story, which ſpread forth at large, Might inſtruct All, built vp for Power & Charge HEre ends a Yeare that neuer miſpent day, Throgh Fames celeſtial Signes made his own way, By diſcrete iudgement all his time ſtill led, Which is the onely Signe gouernes the Head, Mercy to wants, and Bounty to Deſert, The ſpeciall Signe that rules the noble Heart, A Yeare of goodneſſe, and a Yeare of right, In which the honeſt cauſe ſued with delight. A Yeare wherein nothing that's good, was dull, Began at Moones Encreaſe, and ends at Full; Full cup, full welcome: adding the Suns gift, Who nearer his declining, the more ſwift In his illuſtrious courſe, more bright, more cleere, Such is the glorious ſetting of this Yeare, His beamy ſubſtance ſhines e'ne through his ſhroud As the faire Sun ſhoots ſplendor through his cloud; May euery Yeare ſucceeding this, ſtill haue No worſe an Epitaph to decke his Graue, And ſo my laſt farewell (this Teare for me) Wiſhing that many may conclude like Thee.