Townshend, Aurelian · published 1631 · first performed or written 1632 [Jan 8] (Annals) masque · before the Court unassigned nearest T60 Imperial Rome: rulers, favour and politi · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T60: caesar, rome, emperor, empire, honour, lord, lucius, great, palsgrave, kings.
For example Ambition, is a Lion; Cruelty, a Bear; Avarice, a Wolf. Yet He subdues them all. To be short, no Vice is so small, to scape him: Nor so great, but he overcomes it: And in that fashion he triumphs over all the Kings, and Queens that went before him. All his Passions, are his true Subjects: And Knowledge, judgement, Merit, Bounty and the like, are fit Comma dear, for such a General, These Triumph with him, And these are the Princes you saw about him. And this Publius, is more than you can find in the street. I grant it, But yet grant me one Request dear Platonicus? What's that? Go but with me to the Amphitheatre. To Gaze. Yes. Why beforehand I know there will be Gladiators, Saltators, and sights to please the People. Wert not thou better stay here, and see CAESAR present himself to this fair Goddess, seeking sweet rest, after all his labours. I should sleep at such a sight. Then after a Play, thou art all for a prize. All together, and so (I hope) are you At this time, I am. For I will go with thee, if it be but to teach thee to Read in thy own Book. Outsides, have Insides, Shells, have Kernels in them. And under every Fable, nay (almost) under every thing, lies a Moral. What art thou doing Publius. Lifting up the stone I stumbled at. To what end? To see what lies under it. What should lie under a stone, but a Worm, or a Hoglouse. If there lie not a Moral under it, then have you taught me false Doctrine. Such thanks have they that teach such Scholars. Come away Fool, they begin to throng to the Theater. Sit not secure, nor think in ease Still undispleased, yourselves to please: Diana, Chaste Diana stoop, And help to wound this war like troop. Wants Love a Bow, or shaft of mine? This suit will make my Crescent shine. Love is grown wise, and means to bring To his smart Bow, a double string. Behold our Mark? took thou not pride In such a Glory to divide? I do, I do, since I am sure, When we two join, our flames are pure. As pure, and Clear, as Alba's skin, As her fair Fame, or thoughts within: Pure as myself; nay pure like Thee, Now Love is that which Love should be. Bow bearing Gods, shoot, shoot, and hit, And make our CAESAR greater yet: Yet leave him with us, Let him shine Still here; And make him all Divine Ye Worthies of this I'll, That led by your brave Chief, In an Heroic style, Have over done Belief: Subdued by Alba's eyes Come down, Loves Sacrifice! It is no shame to yield, Where 'tis in vein to strive: The Gods would quit the field, Should they these wars revive Or Conquered, by her Eyes, Come down Loves Sacrifice.
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For example Ambition, is a Lyon; Cruelty, a Beare; Avarice, a Wolfe. Yet He subdues them all. To be short, no Vyce is so small, to scape him: Nor so great, but he overcomes it: And in that fashion he Triumphes overall the Kings, and Queenes that went before him. All his Passions, are his true Subiects: And Knowledge, Iudgment, Merit, Bounty and the like, are fit Comma ders, for such a Generall, Thse Triumph with him, And these are the Princes you saw about him. And this Publius, is more then you can finde in the streete. I graunt it, But yet graunt me one Request deare Platonicus? What's that? Goe but with me to the Amphitheater. To Gaze. Yes. Why beforehand I know there will be Gladiators, Saltators, and sights to please the People. Wert not thou better stay here, and see CAESAR present himselfe to this fayre Goddesse, seeking sweete rest, after all his labors. I should sleepe at such a sight. Then after a Play, thou art all for a Pryze. All together, and so (I hope) are you At this time, I am. For I will goe with thee, if it be but to teach thee to Reade in thy owne Booke. Outsides, have Insides, Shells, have Kernells in them. And vnder every Fable, nay (almost) vnder every thing, lyes a Morrall. What art thou doing Publius. Lifting vp the stone I stumbled at. To what ende? To see what lyes vnder it. What should lye vnder a stone, but a Worme, or a Hoglouse. If there lye not a Morall vnder it, then have you taught me false Doctrine. Such thankes have they that teach such Schllers. Come away Foole, they beginne to throng to the Theater. Sit not secure, nor thinke in ease Still vndispleas'd, your selues to please: Diana, Chast Diana stoope, And helpe to wound this war like troope. Wants Love a Bowe, or shaft of mine? This suit will make my Crescent shine. Love is grown wise, and meanes to bring To his smart Bowe, a double string. Behold our Marke? taks't thou not pride In such a Glory to devide? I doe, I doe, since I am sure, When we two ioyne, our flames are pure. As pure, and Cleere, as ALBAS skin, As her faire Fame, or thoughts within: Pure as my selfe; nay pure like Thee, Now Love is that which Love should be. Bow bearing Gods, shoote, shoote, and hit, And make our CAESAR greater yet: Yet leave him with vs, Let him shine Still heere; And make him all Devine Ye Worthies of this Ile, That led by your brave Chiefe, In an Heroick style, Have over done Beliefe: Subdu'd by ALBAS eyes Come downe, Loves Sacrifice! It is no shame to yield, Where t'is in veyne to strive: The Gods would quit the field, Should they these warres revive Or Conquerd, by her Eyes, Come downe Loves Sacrifice.