Hawkins, William · published 1627 · first performed or written 1627 [Feb 6] (Annals) comedy T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses typicality 0.88 · 537 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
NO Court of King, no Palace stately rich, Though proud of marble feet & guilded head Can outbid these for true and sweet content. Let others grovel and embrace the earth, (The earth the whole world's basest sediment) Let them there dig their mother's bowels out, And thence take gold (the earth's worst excrement) Let muddy mindes oard vp, and hugge, and de, And sit upon the eggs of avarice: Thence hatching vipers of their stinging cares. Let others sell their lives away in sport, Or play the Parasites in fickle Court. Let others swell with greatness, burst with pride. And others lusk and snort in lazy sleep, Or drench and soak themselves in Bacchus' suds, Or wallow in the mire of pleasures lewd: These seats, these bowers, are to Philoponus True pleasure, riches, honour, kingdom, rest. But now fair Phoebus with his rising rays Strikes on his own bright Temples battlements, The watchword for the daily sacrifice. The suns first heat, that warms this temples top, Calls for the Altar to be warm below. Now now Musaeus his observant Priest With other servitors bestir them quick To feed that never-ceasing sacred fire. My part must be in that devotion, To take from thence a blessing for the day. Our actions hence have their prosperity, By timely worshipping the deity. WHat is he gone? I so. He keeps out wonted time, and now is well employed in doing sacred homage to Apollo. There lays he the foundation of his studious diligence. There sore he misses me, and says unto himself. Where is my Amphibius? Why keeps he not his accustomed hour? What, shall I after Philoponus into the temple? 'Tis with the latest now. And (to confess the truth) alas I dare not there appear to present myself before Apollo's Altar. Nor have I now the boldness to look my dear Philoponus in the face. His settled countenance and grave gesture give a cheek unto my levity. His very silence reads unto me a lecture of reprehension. My passions so deep enthralled another way, bid me now rather to withdraw from such society, and hide myself in shades and groves, and solitude. Alas Amphibius, though having tided himself to the mast of safety by the bonds of temperance, yet breaketh loose, and leaps into the sea of danger. Alas he cannot hold. This Sirens song is so attractive. I yield, I come And yet how can I? shall I run away from the worthy trade whereto I am bound apprentice? My name is enrolled in Apollo's register, and shall I raze it out, and be reckoned among the fugitives and renegadoes? Not so. And yet and yet it will be so. O how my very book seems now a burden unto me, and that which heretofore did elevate my soul, and give it wings to fly aloft, sweet contemplation of nature and of arts, that now alas lays on me the heavy load of upbraiding, I fly, I fly, I haste into thee by ways of these thickest groves What darke some cae will giue me shelter, and hide me from the light of mortall eyes, and of the immortall eye of this world the all-vuewing Phoeus.
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NO Court of King, no Pallace stately rich, Though proud of marble feet & guilded head Can outbid these for true and sweet content. Let others grouell and imbrace the earth, (The earth the whole worlds basest sediment) Let them there digge their mothers bowels out, And thence ake gold (the earths worst excrement) Let muddy mindes oard vp, and hugge, and de, And sit vpon the egges of aurice: Thence hatching vipers of their stinging care. Let others sell their liues away in sport, Or play the Parasites in fickle Court. Let others swell with greatnesse, burst with pride. And others luske and sort in lazy sleepe, Or dench and soake themselues in Bacchus sudds, Or wallow in the mire of pleasures lewd: These seats, these bowers, are to Philoponus True pleasure, riches, honour, kingdome, rest. But now faire Phoebus with his rising raies Strikes on his owne bright Temples battlements, The watchword for the daily sacrifice. The sunnes first heate, that warmes this temples top, Cals for the Altar to be warme below. Now now Musaeus his obseruant Priest With other scuiters bestirre them quicke To fed that neuer-ceasing sacred fire. My part must be in that deuotion, To take from thence a blessing for the day. Our actions hence haue their prosperity, By timely worshipping the deity. VVHat is he gone? I so. He keepes out wonted time, and now is well imployed in doing sacred homage to Apollo. There layes he the foundation of his studious diligence. There sre he misses me, and sayes vnto himselfe. Where is my Amphibius? Why keepes he not his accuostomed houre? What, shall I after Philoponus into the temple? 'Tis with the latest now. And (to confesse the truth) alas I dare not there appeare to present my selfe before Apollos Altar. Nor haue I now the boldnesse to looke my deare Philoponus in the face. His setled countenance and graue gesture giue a cheke vnto my leuity. His very silence reades vnto mee a ecture of reprehension. My passions so deepe inthrald another way, bid mee now rather to withdraw from such society, and hide my selfe in shades and goues, and solitude▪ Alas Amphibius, though hauing ide himselfe to the mast of safety by the bods of temperance, yet breaketh loose, and leapes into the sea of danger. Alas hee cannot hold. This Sirens song is so attractiue. I yeeld, I come And yet how can I? shall I unne away from the worthy trade whereto I am bound apprentise? My name is inrold in Apolos register, and shall I rase it out, and be reckoed among the fugitiues and renegados? Not so. And yet and yet it will be so. O how my vy booke seemes now a burthen vnto me, and that which heretofore did eleuate my soule, and giue it wings to flye aloft, sweet contemplation of nature and of arts, that now alas layes on me the heauy load of vpbraiding, I flye, I flye, I hast into the by waies of these thickest groues What darke some cae will giue me shelter, and hide me from the light of mortall eyes, and of the immortall eye of this world the all-vuewing Phoeus.