Townshend, Aurelian · published 1631 · first performed or written 1632 [Feb 14] (Annals) masque · before the Court T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and typicality 0.78 · 461 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
If any Beauty here, In her own glass appear Or lover's eye, most clear? Looking but up, she may with small ado Perceive that flatters, and her servant too. When Divine Beauty, will vouchsafe to stoop, And move to Earth: 'tis fit the Heavenly Spheres, Should be her Music: And the Starry Troop, Shine round about her, like the Crown she wears. No mortal Breast, Can entertain: So great a Guest, And such a Train. I cannot blame ye if ye gaze, And give small ear to what I say: For such a presence will amaze, And send the Senses all one way. The Music that ye hear, is dull, But that ye see, is sweet indeed: In every Part exact, and full, From whence there doth an Air proceed, On which th' Intelligences feed, Where fair and good, inseparably conjoined, Create a Cupid, that is never blind. How rich is earth? and poor the skies? Deprived of heavenly Beauty's eyes? Whose Image men adore. Heroic Virtue, is that kind Of Beauty, that attracts the mind, And men should most implore. Ianus was happy that could see, Two ways at once: And happier he That round about him kept Watches, that never slept. But we most happy, that behold, Two that have turned this Age to Gold, Making old Satur's Reign, In theirs, come back again. And since more, th'object, then the sight, Makes every seer Blessed; How are we ravished with delight, That see the best. It is but justice, to torment a heart, That tortured thousands: And my gentle reign, So wronged with acting of a tyrant's part, I must Restrain, My power abused; And right my injured Train. Thou claimest her Subjects: And I claim the Soil, As Sovereign Lord: The Hecatombs she brings, Though great Oblations, yet deduced from Spoil, Are sordid Things: And sent of Earth: Virtue pure Incense brings. The Gods, more freedom did allow, when Ioue turned Io to a Cow. Are mortal Creatures, grown so proud To tax the Sky, for every Cloud: man-maid, be gone! Though I could turn thee, to a Stone I'll beg thy peace: Dear Daughter cease! Cease Dreadful Ioue! Finding thy Drift, My Bounty, shall prevent thy Gift: This Matchless Pair, I make, my Heir: All I possess, I here, Resign, Thou hast thy And I have Mine. she gives but what she can not keep. Then was the wound I gave her deep. 'twas I whose power none can withstand, That opened both her heart, and hand. How would they mourn, to lose ye quite! That are so loath, to say, Goodnight. Yet we may plead, in our Excuse, Should you, these Loans of Love forsake The Gods themselves, such Sums would take And pay us, use.
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If any Beauty here, In her owne glasse appeare Or Louers eye, most cleere? Looking but vp, she may with smal adoe Perceiue that flatters, and her seruant too. When Divine Beautie, will vouchsafe to stoope, And moue to Earth: 'tis fit the Heauenly Spheres, Should be her Musicke: And the Starrie Troope, Shine round about her, like the Crowne she weares. No mortall Brest, Can entertaine: So great a Guest, And such a Trayne. I cannot blame ye if ye gaze, And giue small eare to what I say: For such a presence will amaze, And send the Senses all one way. The Musick that yee heare, is dull, But that y see, is sweete indeed: In euery Part exact, and full, From whence there doth an Ayre proceed, On which th' Intelligences feed, Where faire and good, inseparably conioynd, Create a Cupid, that is neuer blind. How rich is earth? and poore the skies? Depriu'd of heauenly Beauties eyes? Whose Image men adore. Heroicke Vertue, is that kind Of Beautie, that attracts the mind, And men should most implore. Ianus was happy that could see, Two wayes at once: And happier he That round about him kept Watches, that neuer slept. But we most happy, that behold, Two that haue turn'd this Age to Gold, Making old Saturns Reigne, In theirs, come backe againe. And since more, th'obiect, then the sight, Makes euery seer Blest; How are we rauisht with delight, That see the best. It is but Iustice, to torment a heart, That tortured thousands: And my gentle reigne, So wrongd with acting of a Tyrants part, I must Restreyne, My powre abus'd; And right my iniurd Treyne. Thou claim'st her Subiects: And I claime the Soyle, As Soueraigne Lord: The Hecatomes shee brings, Though great Oblations, yet deduc'd from Spoyle, Are sordid Things: And sent of Earth: Vertue pure Incense brings. The Gods, more freedome did allow, when Ioue turn'd Io to a Cow. Are mortall Creatures, growne so proud To taxe the Skye, for euery Cloud: Man-Maide, bee gone! Though I could turne thee, to a Stone Ile begge thy peace: Deare Daughter cease! Cease Dreadfull Ioue! Finding thy Drift, My Bounty, shall prevent thy Guift: This Machles Payre, I make, my Heire: All I possesse, I heere, Resigne, Thou hast And I haue Mine. Shee giues but what shee can not keepe. Then was the wound I gaue her deepe. T'was I whose power none can withstand, That open'd both her heart, and hand. How would they mourne, to loose yee quite! That are so loath, to say, Goodnight. Yet wee may pleade, in our Excuse, Should you, these Loanes of Loue forsake The Gods themselues, such Sommes would take And pay vs, vse.