The Fortunate Isles and Their Union · chunk 6 of 6
Jonson, Ben · published 1641 · first performed or written 1625 [Jan 9] (Annals) masque · before the Court T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and typicality 0.78 · 514 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
And sing the present Prophecy that goes Of joining the bright LILY, and the ROSE. See! all the flowers That spring the banks along, Do move their heads unto that under-song. SARON, PORTUNUS, PROTEUS, help to bring Our Primrose in, the glory of the spring! And tell the Daffodil, against that day, That we prepare new Garlands fresh as May. And enter-weave the Myrtle, and the Bay. Spring all the Graces of the age, And all the Loves of time; Bring all the pleasures of the stage, And relishes of rhyme: Add all the softnesses of Courts, The looks, the laughters, and the sports. And mingle all their sweets, and salts, That none may say, the Triumph halts. Behold the Palace of Oceanus! Hail Reverend structure! Boast no more to us Thy being able, all the Gods to feast; We saw enough: when ALBION was thy guest. Now turn; and view the wonders of the deep, Where Proteus Herds, and Neptune's Orks do keep, Where all is ploughed, yet still the pastures green New ways are found, and yet no paths are seen. Come noble Nymphs, and do not hid The joys, for which you so provide: If not to mingle with the Men, What do you here? Go home again. Your dress do confess, By what we see, so curious parts Of Pallas, and Arachne's arts, That you could mean no less. Why do you wear the Silk-wormes toils, Or glory in the shellfish spoils; Or strive to show the grains of Ore That you have gathered on the shore, whereof to make a stock To grafted the greener Emerald on, Or any better watered stone, Or Ruby of the Rock? Why do you smell of Ambergris, Of which was form Neptune's Niece, The Queen of Love: unless you can Like Seaborn Venus' love a Man? Try, put yourselves unto't. Your looks, your smiles, and thoughts that meet, Ambrosian hands, and silver feet, Do promise' you will do't. The Revels follow. Which ended, the Fleet is discovered, while the three Corners play. 'Tis time, your eyes should be refreshed at length With something new, a part of NEPTUNES strength, See yond, his Fleet, ready to go or come, Or fetch the richeses of the Ocean home, So to secure him, both in peace, and wars, Till not one ship alone, but all be stars. Although we wish the glory still might last Of such a night, and for the causes past: Yet now, great Lord of waters, and of Isles, Give Proteus leave to turn unto his wiles. And, whilst young ALBION doth thy labours ease; Dispatch Portunus to the Ports. And Saron to the Seas: To meet old Nereus, with his fifty girls, From aged Indus laden home with pearls, And Orient gums, to burn unto thy name. And may thy subjects hearts be all on flame, Whilst thou dost keep the earth in firm estate, And 'mongst the winds, dost suffer no debate, But both at Sea, and Land, our powers increase, With health, and all the golden gifts of Peace.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 398–471 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 6 of 6 in this edition
Length
514 words · 713 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T12 — Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and Marscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.783 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T53 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
And ſing the preſent Prophecie that goes Of joyning the bright LILLIE, and the ROSE. See! all the flowers That ſpring the banks along, Doe move their heads unto that under-ſong. SARON, PORTVNVS, PROTEVS, helpe to bring Our Primroſe in, the glory of the ſpring! And tell the Daffadill, againſt that day, That we prepare new Gyrlands freſh as May. And enter-weave the Myrtle, and the Bay. Spring all the Graces of the age, And all the Loves of time; Bring all the pleaſures of the ſtage, And reliſhes of rime: Adde all the ſoftneſſes of Courts, The lookes, the laughters, and the ſports. And mingle all their ſweets, and ſalts, That none may ſay, the Triumph halts. Behold the Palace of Oceanus! Hayle Reverend ſtructure! Boaſt no more to us Thy being able, all the Gods to feaſt; We ſaw enough: when ALBION was thy gueſt. Now turne; and view the wonders of the deepe, Where Proteus Herds, and Neptunes Orkes doe keepe, Where all is plough'd, yet ſtill the paſtures greene New wayes are found, and yet no paths are ſeene. Come noble Nymphs, and doe not hide The joyes, for which you ſo provide: If not to mingle with the Men, What doe you here? Goe home agen. Your dreſsings doe confeſſe, By what we ſee, ſo curious parts Of Pallas, and Arachnes arts, That you could meane no leſſe. Why doe you weare the Silk-wormes toyles, Or glory in the ſhell-fiſh ſpoyles; Or ſtrive to ſhew the graines of Ore That you have gather'd on the ſhore, whereof to make a ſtocke To graft the greener Emerald on, Or any better water'd ſtone, Or Rubie of the Rocke? Why doe you ſmell of Amber-gris, Of which was formed Neptunes Neice, The Queene of Love: unleſſe you can Like Sea-borne Venus love a Man? Try, put your ſelves unto't. Your lookes, your ſmiles, and thoughts that meet, Ambroſian hands, and ſilver feet, Doe promiſe you will do't. The Revells follow. Which ended, the Fleet is diſcovered, while the three Corners play. 'Tis time, your eyes ſhould be refreſht at length With ſomething new, a part of NEPTVNES ſtrength, See yond', his Fleete, ready to goe or come, Or fetch the riches of the Ocean home, So to ſecure him, both in peace, and warres, Till not one ſhip alone, but all be ſtarres. Although we wiſh the glory ſtill might laſt Of ſuch a night, and for the cauſes paſt: Yet now, great Lord of waters, and of Iles, Give Proteus leave to turne unto his wiles. And, whilſt young ALBION doth thy labours eaſe; Diſpatch Portunus to the Ports. And Saron to the Seas: To meet old Nereus, with his fiftie girles, From aged Indus laden home with pearles, And Orient gummes, to burne unto thy name. And may thy ſubjects hearts be all on flame, Whil'ſt thou doſt keepe the earth in firme eſtate, And 'mongſt the winds, do'ſt ſuffer no debate, But both at Sea, and Land, our powers increaſe, With health, and all the golden gifts of Peace.