The Entertainment at Sir Francis Jones's at Easter (The Four Seasons) · chunk 3 of 3
Middleton, Thomas · published 1621 · first performed or written 1621 [1620-1621] (Annals) entertainment; civic play unassigned nearest T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions · 355 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
WElcome, O welcome, Queene of sweetnes welcome, in the noblest manner, With all thy Flowers, thy sweete breath't Maides of Honour; Flower guntle! I begin with Thee, Fayre Flower of Chrystall! that's for me, Apples of Loue! there sweetnesse dwels; Puh, giue me Canterbury Bels; Faire double-Gold cups, griefes expelling, Agnus Castus, all excelling, Venus Bath! the loueliest pride of Iune, Giue me that Flower, cald, Go to bed at noone, Blessed Thistle, fam'd for good, Shepheards Pouch, for stanching blood, Faire yallow Knight-wort, for a foule relapse, And Ladies▪ Mantle, good for Maydens Paps, Tuft Hyacinth! that crownes the Bower, Cald of some, the Virgins Flower; Take that for me, more good I feele In Ruffling Robin, and Larkes Heele. There is a Sweete, Vnnamed yet, The root is white, the Marke of pure Delight, Bearing his Flowers faire and hie, The colour like a purple Dye: What is the name tis blest withall? Liue-long! it so the Shepheards call; Liue-long? tis Vertues promis'd Due And may it Long remaine with You Honor'd Patrons, Vertuous Matrons, Whose Lifes and Acts this City graces, Daily striuing, And reuiuing Workes worthy your renowne and places. So ya're confirm'd; from your harmonious Closes May Sweetnesse drop, as Hony-Dew from Roses, A blessed Health possesse you, and a long, That in this latter Spring of your graue yeares, You may be greene in Vertues, and grow strong In works of Grace, which soules to Heauen endeers; your good Cares, here, Iustice, and well spent houres Crowne you hereafter with eternall Flowers. THe goddess Flora, Empress of the Spring, Choosing (this Feast) her Flowery Sojourning, Under the Roof of the chief Magistrate, Whose power lays just claim to the greatest state, Hath sent me forth, not meanest in her Grace, To breathe forth her sweet wishes to this place; First to the Master of this bounteous Feast, To speak her joy; next, to each worthy Guest; And though she cannot now her Self appear, Because she owes her greater Service there, Yer her heart's Love to every one I bring, To whom sh'as sent a Present of the Spring.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
WElcome, O welcome, Queene of ſweetnes welcome, in the nobleſt manner, With all thy Flowers, thy ſweete breath't Maides of Honour; Flower guntle! I begin with Thee, Fayre Flower of Chryſtall! that's for me, Apples of Loue! there ſweetneſſe dwels; Puh, giue me Canterbury Bels; Faire double-Gold cups, griefes expelling, Agnus Caſtus, all excelling, Venus Bath! the louelieſt pride of Iune, Giue me that Flower, cald, Go to bed at noone, Bleſſed Thiſtle, fam'd for good, Shepheards Pouch, for ſtanching blood, Faire yallow Knight-wort, for a foule relapſe, And Ladies▪ Mantle, good for Maydens Paps, Tuft Hyacinth! that crownes the Bower, Cald of ſome, the Virgins Flower; Take that for me, more good I feele In Ruffling Robin, and Larkes Heele. There is a Sweete, Vnnamed yet, The root is white, the Marke of pure Delight, Bearing his Flowers faire and hie, The colour like a purple Dye: What is the name tis bleſt withall? Liue-long! it ſo the Shepheards call; Liue-long? tis Vertues promis'd Due And may it Long remaine with You Honor'd Patrons, Vertuous Matrons, Whoſe Lifes and Acts this City graces, Daily ſtriuing, And reuiuing Workes worthy your renowne and places. So ya're confirm'd; from your harmonious Cloſes May Sweetneſſe drop, as Hony-Dew from Roſes, A bleſſed Health poſſeſſe you, and a long, That in this latter Spring of your graue yeares, You may be greene in Vertues, and grow ſtrong In works of Grace, which ſoules to Heauen endeers; your good Cares, here, Iuſtice, and well ſpent houres Crowne you hereafter with eternall Flowers. THe goddeſſe Flora, Empreſſe of the Spring, Chuſing (this Feaſt) her Flowry Soiourning, Vnder the Roofe of the chiefe Magiſtrate, Whoſe power layes iuſt claime to the greateſt ſtate, Hath ſent me forth, not meaneſt in her Grace, To breath forth her ſweet wiſhes to this place; Firſt to the Maſter of this bounteous Feaſt, To ſpeake her ioy; next, to each worthy Gueſt; And though ſhe cannot now her Selfe appeare, Becauſe ſhe owes her greater Seruice there, Yer her Hearts Loue to euery one I bring, To whom ſh'as ſent a Preſent of the Spring.