Middleton, Thomas · published 1625 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Jun 12] (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T31: cardinal, pope, king, lord, majesty, holy, rome, france, church, lords.
But the heart, the heart Lady So meek, that as you see good Charity pictured still With young ones in her arms, so will he cherish All his young tractable sweet obedient daughters e'en in his arms, in his own bosom, I am myself a secular Jesuitess, As many Ladies are of worth and greatness, A second sort are Iesuits in voto, Giving their vow into the father general: That's the Black Bishop of our house, whose pawn This Gentleman now stands, now to receive The College habit at his holy pleasure. But how are these in voto employed (Lady) Till they receive the habit. They're not idle, He finds 'em all true labourers in the work Of universal Monarchy, which he And his Disciples principally aim at. Those are maintained in many Courts and Palaces, And are induced by noble Personages, Into great princes' services, and prove Some counsellors of State, some Secretaries: All serving in notes of intelligence: (As Parish Clerks,) their mortuary bills, To the father General, so are designs Often times prevented, and important secrets Of state discovered, yet no author found, But those suspected oft that are most sound: This mystery is too deep, yet for your entrance, And I offend to set your zeal so back, Checked by Obedience, with desire to hasten Your progress to perfection, I commit you To the great workers hands, to whose grave worth I fit my reverence, as to you my wishes. Dost find her supple? There's a little passage made. Let me contemplate, With wholly wonder season my access; And by degrees approach the Sanctuary Of unmatched beauty, set in grace and goodness Amongst the daughters of men I have not found A more Catholical aspect, that eye does promise single life and meek Obedience. Upon those lips the sweet fresh buds of youth, The holy dew of prayer lies like pearl, Dropped from opening eyelids of the morn, Upon that bashful Rose, how beauteously A gentle fast not rigorously imposed, Would look upon that cheek, and how delightful The courteous Physic of a tender penance, Whose utmost cruelty should not exceed The first fear of a bride to beat down frailty, Would work to sound health your long festered judgement, And make your merit well (through erring ignorance Appears but spotted righteousness to me, Far clearer than the innocence of Infants. To the good work I bow and will become, Obedience humblest daughter, sithence I find The assistance of a sacred strength to aid me: The labour is as easy to serve virtue The right way since, 'tis she I ever served In my desire, though I transgressed in judgement. It's easily absolved amongst the rest, You shall not find the virtue, that you serve now A sharp and cruel mistress, her ear's open To all your supplications; you may boldly And safely let in the most secret sin Into her knowledge, which like vanisht man Never returns into the World again: Fate looks not up more trulier,
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But the heart, the heart Lady So meeke, that as you ſee good Charity pictured ſtill With young ones in her armes, ſo will hee cheriſh All his young tractable ſweete obedient daughters E'ene in his armes, in his owne boſome, I am my ſelfe a ſecular Ieſuiteſſe, As many Ladies are of worth and greatneſſe, A ſecond ſort are Ieſuits in voto, Giuing their vow into the father generall: That's the Blacke Biſhop of our houſe, whoſe pawne This Gentleman now ſtands, now to receiue The Colledge habit at his holy pleaſure. But how are theſe in voto emploied (Lady) Till they receiue the habit. They're not idle, Hee findes 'em all true labourers in the worke Of vniuerſall Monarchy, which hee And his Diſciples princially ayme at. Thoſe are maintayned in many Courts and Pallaces, And are induc'd by noble Perſonages, Into great Princes ſeruices, and prooue Some Counſellers of State, ſome Secretaries: All ſeruing in notes of intelligence: (As Pariſh Clerkes,) their mortuary bills, To the father Generall, ſo are deſignes Often times preuented, and importinant ſecrets Of ſtate diſcouered, yet no author found, But thoſe ſuſpected oft that are moſt ſound: This miſtery is too deepe, yet for your entrance, And I offend to ſet your zeale ſo backe, Checkt by Obedience, with deſire to haſten Your grogreſſe to perfection, I commit you To the great workers hands, to whoſe graue worth I fit my reuerence, as to you my wiſhes. Doſt finde her ſupple? There's a little paſſage made. Let me contemplate, With wholy wonder ſeaſon my acceſſe; And by degrees approach the Sanctuary Of vnmatcht beauty, ſet in grace and goodneſſe Amongſt the daughters of men I haue not found A more Cathalecall aſpect, that eye Dos promiſe ſingle life and meeke Obedience. Vpon thoſe lips the ſweete freſh buds of youth, The holy dew of prayer lies like pearle, Dropt from opening eye-lids of the morne, Vppon tht baſhfull Roſe, how beautiouſly A gentle faſt not rigorouſly impoſed, Would looke vpon that cheek, and how delightfull The courteous Phyſicke of a tender pennance, Whoſe vtmoſt cruelty ſhould not exceed The firſt feare of a bride to beate downe frailty, Would worke to ſound health your long feſtred iudgement, And make your merrit well (through erring ignorance Appeares but ſpotted righteouſneſſe to me, Farre clearer then the innocence of Infants. To the good worke I bowe and will become, Obedience humbleſt daughter, ſcythence I finde The aſſiſtance of a ſacred ſtrength to ayde me: The labour is as eaſie to ſerue vertue The right way ſince, 'tis ſhe I euer ſerued In my deſire, though I tranſgreſt in Iudgment. It's eaſily abſolued amongſt the reſt, You ſhall not finde the vertue, that you ſerue now A ſharpe and cruell miſtreſſe, her eare's open To all your ſupplications; you may boldly And ſafely let in the moſt ſecret ſinne Into her knowledge, which like vaniſht man Neuer returnes into the World agen: Fate lookes not vp more trulier,