London's Ius Honorarium (London's Law of Honor) · chunk 1 of 3
Heywood, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1631 [Oct 29] (Annals) civic play; pageant T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma typicality 0.73 · 524 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
BEhold great Magistrate, on either hand Sands, Shelves, and Syrteses, and upon them stand Two dangerous rocks, your safety to engage, Boasting of nought save shipwreck spoil and strage. This Sylla, that Charybdis, (dangerous both) Placed in the way you row to take your oath. Yet though a thousand monsters yawn and gape To ingurdge and swallow you, there's way to scape; Ulysses by his wisdom found it, steer You by his Compass, and the way lies clear, Will you know how? look upward then; and sail By the sign Libra, that Celestial scale, In which (some write) the Sun at his creation First shone; and is to these times a relation Of Divine Justice: It in justice shined, Do you so (Lord) and be like it divind. Keep the even Channel, and be neither swayde, To the right hand nor left, and so evade Malicious envy (never out of action,) Smooth visadgd flattery, and black mouthed detraction, Sedition, whisper, murmuring, private hate, All ambushing, the godlike Magistrate. About these rocks and quick sands Siren's haunt, One sings connivance, th'other would enchant With partial sentence; and a third ascribes, In pleasing tunes, aright to gifts and bribes; Sweetening the ear, and every other sense, That place, and office, may with these dispense. But though their tones be sweet, and shrill their notes, They come from foul breasts, and inpostumed throats, Sea monsters they be styled, but much (nay more, 'Tis to be doubted,) they frequent the shore. Yet like Ulysses, do but stop your ear To their enchantments, with an heart sincere; They failing to endanger your estate, Will from the rocks themselves precipitate. Proceed then in your blessed Inauguration, And celebrate this Annual Ovation; Whilst you nor this way, nor to that way lean, But shun th' extremes, to keep the golden mean. This glorious City, Europa's chiefest minion, Most happy in so great a King's dominion: Into whose charge this day doth you invest, Shall her in you, and you in her make blessed. IF Time (some say) have here been oft in view, Yet not the same, old Time is each day new, Who doth the future locked up hours enlarge, To welcome you to this great City's charge. Time, who hath brought you hither (grave and great) To inaugure you, in your Praetorium seat: Thus much with grief doth of himself profess Nothing's more precious, and esteemed less. Yet you have made great use of me, to aspire This eminence, by desert, when in full choir Avees and Acclamations, with loud voice, Meet you on all sides, and with Time rejoice. This Hill, that Nymph appareled like the Spring, These Graces that attend her, (every thing) As fruitful trees, green plants, flowers of choice smell, All Emblems af a City governed well; Which must be now your charge. The Labels here Mixed with the leaves will show what fruit they bear: The fear of God, a Magistrate discreet, justice, and Equity: when with these meet, Obedience unto Rulers, Unity, Plain and just dealing, Zeal, and Industry: In such blessed symptoms where these shall agree, Cities, shall like perpetual Summers be.
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BEhold great Magistrate, on either hand Sands, Shelves, and Syrtes, and upon them stand Two dangerous rocks, your safety to ingage, Boasting of nought save shipwrake spoyle and strage. This Sylla, that Charibdis, (dangerous both) Plac't in the way you rowe to take your oath. Yet though a thousand monsters yawne and gape To ingurdge and swallow you, ther's way to scape; Vlisses by his wisedome found it, steare You by his Compasse, and the way lyes cleare, Will you know how? looke upward then; and sayle By the signe Libra, that Celestiall scale, In which (some write) the Sunne at his creation First shone; and is to these times a relation Of Divine Justice: It in justice shind, Doe you so (Lord) and be like it divind. Keepe the even Channell, and be neither swayde, To the right hand nor left, and so evade Malicious envie (never out of action,) Smooth visadgd flattery, and blacke mouthd detraction, Sedition, whisprings, murmuring, private hate, All ambushing, the godlike Magistrate. About these rockes and quick sands Syrens haunt, One singes connivence, th'other would inchaunt With partiall sentence; and a third ascribes, In pleasing tunes, aright to gifts and bribes; Sweetning the eare, and every other sence, That place, and office, may with these dispence. But though their tones be sweete, and shrill their notes, They come from foule brests, and inpostum'd throats, Sea monsters they be stiled, but much (nay more, 'Tis to be doubted,) they frequent the shoare. Yet like Vlisses, doe but stop your eare To their inchantments, with an heart sincere; They fayling to indanger your estate, Will from the rocks themselves precipitate. Proceede then in your blest Inauguration, And celebrate this Annuall Ovation; Whilst you nor this way, nor to that way leane, But shunne th' extreames, to keepe the golden meane. This glorious City, Europs chiefest minion, Most happy in so great a Kings dominion: Into whose charge this day doth you invest, Shall her in you, and you in her make blest. IF Time (some say) have here bin oft in view, Yet not the same, old Time is each day new, Who doth the future lockt up houres inlarge, To welcome you to this great Cities charge. Time, who hath brought you hither (grave and great) To inaugure you, in your Praetorium seate: Thus much with griese doth of himselfe professe Nothing's more precious, and esteemed lesse. Yet you have made great use of me, to aspire This eminence, by desert, when in full quire Avees and Acclamations, with loud voyce, Meete you on all sides, and with Time rejoyce. This Hill, that Nimph apparreld like the Spring, These Graces that attend her, (every thing) As fruitfull trees, greene plants, flowers of choise smell, All Emblems af a City governd well; Which must be now your charge. The Labels here Mixt with the leaves will shew what fruit they beare: The feare of God, a Magistrate discreete, Iustice, and Equity: when with these meete, Obedience unto Rulers, Vnity, Plaine and just dealing, Zeale, and Industry: In such blest symptoms where these shall agree, Cities, shall like perpetuall Summers bee.