Dekker, Thomas · published 1628 · first performed or written 1628 [Oct 29] (Annals) civic play; pageant unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 552 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
SHall the proud wife of Neptune, or shrill Fame, Or Troynovant herself, Ring out your Name: And I be Dumb, or sparing, to Sound high, The Glories of This Day? No, They shall Fly Like Soaring Eagles, to That Curled main whose Head my Rocky Bridle, In does Reyne: The Great Britannia, Bred you in her Womb, Hear then a Mother's Counsel; You are Come Aboard a Goodly Ship, where all your State, Fame, Honour and Renown (Embarked) must wait The voyage of twelve Moons. High Admiral You are to All That Fleet, which Thus you Call To sail in This vast Ocean. Nor must you Walk Heartless on the Hatches, I here's a New State-Navigation, to be studied Now, With an High reared, Undaunted, Fixed Brow. Be sure to have Brave Ordnance, and charged well; In this your Ship, Trust None, For Officers Sell Their Captains Trust; let None but your own Eyes, Rule Chart and Compass, There your Safety lies. Your Own Hands steer the Helm, But strongly Steer, And spite of storms, be stout when you stand There. Emblem of Mercy! Your Keen sword does sleep, But why a Sword, if not to Kul, and Keep Vices (like Slaves) in Awe? Fullness of Wine Is a Foul Dropsy, That and Lust Entwine: Pride a swollen Timpany, Sloth, the beggar's Gout, (In tradesmen's Hands and Feet, It runs about,) No Cure for this! Oaths thick as Smallshot fly From Children, No Defence to Put this by! You May, you Must. I Counsel not, but Read A Lesson of my love; By which Love led I'll on, and Bring you to your Honoured Chair, Whilst Aves (Round about you) Dance i'th' Air. heaven's bright Orientall Gates I oped this Morn, And Hither wheeled my Chariot to adorn These splendours with my Beams: ne'er did the Sun In his Celestial Circle faster run Than Now, to see these Sights: O how I joy To view a Kingdom, and a New-built Troy So flourishing so full, so fair, so dear To th' Gods. they leave Ioue's Court to revel here. All o'er the World, I travel in one Day, Yet oft am forced to leave my beaten way, Frighted with Uproars, Battles, Massacres, Famines, and all that Hellish brood of wars: I meet no Peace but here. O blessed Land! That seest fires kindling round, and yet canst stand Unburnt for all their flames; O Nation blessed! When all thy neighbour's shriek, none wound thy breast. To Crown these joys, with me are come along, The four Lords of the year, who by a strong Knit Charm, bring in this goodly Russian prize, As earnest of a more rich Merchandise: Half of our Race, Time, and my Hours have run, Nor shall they give o'er till the Goal be won. THe Sun is mantled in thick Clouds of Black, And by his hidden Beams, threatens the wrack Of all these Glories: Every pleasure dies When Raven-winged Night, from her Cave flies; None but these Artificial Stars keep fire To Light you Home, these burn with a desire To lengthen your brave Triumphs; but their heat Must cool, and die at length, though ne'er so Great. Peace therefore guide you on: Rest, charm your eyes, And Honours wait to cheer you when you Rise.
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SHall the proud wife of Neptune, or shrill Fame, Or Troynouant her selfe, Ring out your Name: And I be Dumbe, or sparing, to Sound high, The Glories of This Day? No, They shall Fly Like Soaring Eagles, to That Curled Maine whose Head my Rocky Bridle, In does Reyne: The Great Britannia, Bred you in her Wombe, Heare then a Mothers Counsell; You are Come Aboard a Goodly Ship, where all your State, Fame, Honor and Renowne (Imbarqu'd) must waite The voyage of twelue Moones. High Amirall You are to All That Fleete, which Thus you Call To syle in This vast Ocean. Nor must you Walke Heartlesse on the Hatches, I heres a New State-Nauigation, to be studied Now, With an High rear'd, Vndanted, Fixed Brow. Be sue to haue Braue Ordnance, and chargd well; In this your Sip, Trust None, For Officers Sell Their Captaines Trust; let None but your owne Eyes, Rule Chart and Compasse, There your Safety lyes. Your Owne Hands steere the Helme, But strongly Steere, And spite of stormes, be stoute when you stand There. Embleme of Mercy! Your Keene sword does sleepe, But why a Sword, if not to Kul, and Keepe Vices (like Slaues) in Awe? Fulnesse of Wine Is a Fowle Dropsie, That and Lust Entwine: Pride a swolne Timpany, Sloth, the Beggars Goute, (In Tradesmens Hands and Feete, It runnes about,) No Cure for this! Oathes thicke as Small-shot flye From Children, No Defence to Put this by! You May, you Must. I Counsell not, but Reade A Lesson of my loue; By which Loue led Ile on, and Bring you to your Honord Chaire, Whist Aues (Round about you) Dance i'th' Aire. HEauens bright Orientall Gates I op'd this Morne, And Hither wheeld my Chariot to adorne These splendors with my Beames: nere did the Sun In his Caelestiall Circle faster runne Than Now, to see these Sights: O how I ioy To view a Kingdome, and a New-built Troy So flourishing so full, so faire, so deare To th' Gods. they leaue Ioue's Court to reuell here. All o're the VVorld, I trauell in one Day, Yet oft am forc'd to leaue my beaten way, Frighted with Vproares, Battailes, Massacres, Famines, and all that Hellish brood of warres: I meete no Peace but here. O blessed Land! That seest fires kindling round, and yet canst stand Vnburnt for all their flames; O Nation blest! VVhen all thy Neighbours shrike, none wound thy brest. To Crowne these ioyes, with me are come along, The foure Lords of the yeare, who by a strong Knit Charme, bring in this goodly Russian prize, As earnest of a more rich Merchandize: Halfe of our Race, Time, and my Houres haue runne, Nor shall they giue o're till the Goale be wonne. THe Sunne is mantled in thicke Clouds of Blacke, And by his hidden Beames, threatens the wracke Of all these Glories: Euery pleasure dyes VVhen Rauen-winged Night, from her Caue flyes; None but these Artificiall Starres keepe fire To Light you Home, these burne with a desire To lengthen your braue Triumphes; but their heate Must coole, and dye at length, tho ne're so Great. Peace therefore guide you on: Rest, charme your eyes, And Honors waite to cheere you when you Rise.