Dekker, Thomas · published 1628 · first performed or written 1628 [Oct 29] (Annals) civic play; pageant unassigned nearest T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
There the poor be, (the sweating Trade's man) flies From Flower to Flower, and home with Honey bees. With me Minerva; and Bellona come, For Arts and Arms, must at your Board have room, Your Gates will spread, the Rich to entertain, But whilst the Mighty ones within remain, And feast: Remember at the same Gate stands The Poor, with crying Papers in their hands, To watch when justice up the Glass shall turn, Let those sands run, the Poor can never mourn. Place in your eyes two Beacons, to descry Dangers far off, which strike ere home they fly; Kiss Peace; let Order ever steer the Helm, Left-handed Rule, a State does overwhelm. You are your sovereign's Gardener for one year, The Plot of Ground, you're trusted with, lies here, (A City,) and your care must all be spent, To prune and and dress the Tree of Government. Lop off Disorders, Factions, Mutiny, And Murmurations against those sit high, May your years last day, end as this begins, Sphered in the loves of Noble Citizens. FAme's turn is now to Speak; for who but Fame Can with her thousand Tongues abroad Proclaim, Your this day's Progress (rising like the Sun,) Which through the yearly Zodiac on must run. Fame hath brought hither from great Mosco's Court, (The seven-mouthed Volga, spreading the report,) Two Russian Princes, who to feast their eyes, With the rich Wonders of these rarities, Ride in this glorious Chariot; How amazed They look, to see streets thronged, and windows glazed With beauties, from whose eyes such beams are sent, Here moves a second starry Firmament. Much, on them, startling admiration wins, To see these Brave, Grave, Noble Citizens, So streamed in multitudes, yet flowing in State, For all their Orders are Proportionate. Russia, now envies London, seeing (here) spent Her richest Furs, in graceful ornament, More Brave and more Abounding, than her own: A golden Pen he earns, that can make known The use of Furs, so Great, so General, All men, may these, their Winter Armours call. Th'invention of warm Furs the Sun did fret, For Russians lapped in these, slighted his heat, Which seen, his fiery Steeds he drove from thence, And so the Muff has dwelled in cold ere since. What royalties, add Furs to Emperors, Kings, Princes, Dukes, Earls, in the distinguishings, Of all their several Robes? The Furs worn here, Above th'old Roman State make Ours appear: The reverend judge, and all that climb the trees Of sacred Arts, ascend to their Degrees, And by the colours changed of Furs are known: What Dignity, each Corporation Puts on by Furs, witness these infinite eyes, Thank then the bringers of these Rarities. I wish (Grave Praetor) that as Hand in Hand, Plenty and Bounty bring you safe to Land, So, Health may be chief Carver at that Board, To which you hasten. Be as Good a Lord I'th' eyes of Heaven, as this day you are Great In Fame's applause: High to your Honoured Seat.
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There the poore Bee, (the sweating Trades man) flies From Flower to Flower, and home with Honey byes. With me Minerua; and Bellona come, For Artes aud Armes, must at your Board haue roome, Your Gates will spred, the Rich to entertaine, But whilst the Mightyones within remaine, And feast: Remember at the same Gate stands The Poore, with crying Papers in their hands, To watch when Iustice vp the Glasse shall turne, Let those sands runne, the Poore can neuer mourne. Place in your eyes two Beacons, to descry Dangers farre off, which strike ere home they flie; Kisse Peace; let Order euer steere the Helme, Left-handed Rule, a State does ouer-whelme. You are your Soueraignes Gardner for one yeare, The Plot of Ground, y'are trusted with, lies here, (A Citty,) and your care must all bee spent, To prune aud and dresse the Tree of Gouernment. Lop off Disorders, Factions, Mutiny, And Murmurations against those sit high, May your yeares last day, end as this beginnes, Sphar'd in the loues of Noble Citizens. FAme's turne is now to Speake; for who but Fame Can with her thousand Tongues abroad Proclaime, Your this dayes Progresse (rising like the Sunne,) Which through the yearely Zodiacke on must runne. Fame hath brought hither from great Mosco's Court, (The seauen-mouth'd Volga, spreading the report,) Two Russian Princes, who to feast their eies, With the rich Wonders of these rarities, Ride in this glorious Chariot; How amazde They looke, to see streetes throng'd, and windowes glaz'd With beauties, from whose eyes such beames are sent, Here moues a second starry Firmament. Much, on them, startling admiration winnes, To see these Braue, Graue, Noble Citizens, So stream'd in mutitudes, yet flowing in State, For all their Orders are Proportionate. Russia, now enuies London, seeing (here) spent Her richest Furres, in gracefull ornament, More Braue and more Abounding, than her owne: A golden Pen he earnes, that can make knowne The vse of Furres, so Great, so Generall, All men, may these, their VVinter Armors call. Th'inuention of warme Furres the Sunne did fret, For Russians lap'd in these, slighted his heate, Which seene, his fiery Steedes he droue from thence, And so the Muff has dwelt in cold ere since. VVhat royalties, adde Furres to Emperors, Kings, Princes, Dukes, Earles, in the distinguishings, Of all their seuerall Robes? The Furres worne here, Aboue th'old Romane State make Ours appeare: The reuerend Iudge, and all that climbe the trees Of sacred Artes, ascend to their Degrees, And by the colours chang'd of Furres are knowne: VVhat Dignity, each Corporation Puts on by Furres, witnesse these infinite eyes, Thanke then the bringers of these Rarities. I wish (Graue Praetor) that as Hand in Hand, Plenty and Bounty bring you safe to Land, So, Health may be chiefe Caruer at that Board, To which you hasten. Bee as Good a Lord I'th'eyes of Heauen, as this day you are Great In Fames applause: Hye to your Honor'd Seate.