The Entertainment at Sir Francis Jones's at Easter (The Four Seasons) · chunk 2 of 3
Middleton, Thomas · published 1621 · first performed or written 1621 [1620-1621] (Annals) entertainment; civic play T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions typicality 0.72 · 348 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
You plant poore Orphans in a ground of Peace, And carefully prouide, when fruit time comes, You gather Heauens Ioyes for't, in infinite Summer; This day you view'd the Garden of those Deeds, That blesse the Founders; and all those succeeds In Zeale and Imitation; you saw there, Vertues true Paradise, drest with your Care; (Your most religious Care) and those Blew Sets, They are the Cities Bancke of Violets That smels most sweet to Heauen; neuer cease then You worthy Praesidents for Times and Men, Till Charitie spring, (by your Examples giuen) As thick on Earth, as Rewards stand in Heauen; If there were sloth or faintnes tow'ard good works; (As blest be Heauen there is not) Time instructs, The Season of the Yeare, for as the Ground, The heauiest and dul'st Creature can be found, Yet now begins both in her Meades and Bowers To offer vp her Sacrifice, in Flowers, How much more ought that Earth with a Soule blest, Which is of euery of you here possest, To spring forth Workes of Piety and Loue, To gratifie those Dewes fall from Aboue; And as the humblest Flower that euer grew, Ha's not his Sent alone, but Vertue too, Good for Mans griefes; so tis not Mans full Fame To haue a Christian Sauour, or a Name, An empty voice of Charity and Reliefe, He must apply Ease to his Brothers griefe; 'Faith is the Sent and Odour of the Flower, 'But Work's the Vertue, that makes good the power; Tis like the Tincture of those Roabes you weare, In which cleare Vesture you to me appeare Like Borders of faire Roses; and worne hie Vpon the Cities forehead; that rich Dye As it is reuerend, honourable, graue, So it is pretious, wholesome; which doth craue A double Vertue at the Wearers hands, Iustice and Mercy; by which goodnesse stands: Thus Honour still claimes Vertue for his Due, And may both euer lay iust claime to you: What? the foure Seasons of the Yeare struck dumbe? I lookt for a kind Welcome, now Im'e come.
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You plant poore Orphans in a ground of Peace, And carefully prouide, when fruit time comes, You gather Heauens Ioyes for't, in infinite Summer; This day you view'd the Garden of thoſe Deeds, That bleſſe the Founders; and all thoſe ſucceeds In Zeale and Imitation; you ſaw there, Vertues true Paradiſe, dreſt with your Care; (Your moſt religious Care) and thoſe Blew Sets, They are the Cities Bancke of Violets That ſmels moſt ſweet to Heauen; neuer ceaſe then You worthy Praeſidents for Times and Men, Till Charitie ſpring, (by your Examples giuen) As thick on Earth, as Rewards ſtand in Heauen; If there were ſloth or faintnes tow'ard good works; (As bleſt be Heauen there is not) Time inſtructs, The Seaſon of the Yeare, for as the Ground, The heauieſt and dul'ſt Creature can be found, Yet now begins both in her Meades and Bowers To offer vp her Sacrifice, in Flowers, How much more ought that Earth with a Soule bleſt, Which is of euery of you here poſſeſt, To ſpring forth Workes of Piety and Loue, To gratifie thoſe Dewes fall from Aboue; And as the humbleſt Flower that euer grew, Ha's not his Sent alone, but Vertue too, Good for Mans griefes; ſo tis not Mans full Fame To haue a Chriſtian Sauour, or a Name, An empty voice of Charity and Reliefe, He muſt apply Eaſe to his Brothers griefe; 'Faith is the Sent and Odour of the Flower, 'But Work's the Vertue, that makes good the power; Tis like the Tincture of thoſe Roabes you weare, In which cleare Veſture you to me appeare Like Borders of faire Roſes; and worne hie Vpon the Cities forehead; that rich Dye As it is reuerend, honourable, graue, So it is pretious, wholeſome; which doth craue A double Vertue at the Wearers hands, Iuſtice and Mercy; by which goodneſſe ſtands: Thus Honour ſtill claimes Vertue for his Due, And may both euer lay iuſt claime to you: What? the foure Seaſons of the Yeare ſtruck dumbe? I lookt for a kind Welcome, now Im'e come.