Hausted, Peter · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 19] (Annals) comedy · before the Court T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses typicality 0.81 · 418 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
Drowsy Phoebus come away, And let out the longed for day, Leave thy Thetis silver breast, And open the casements of the East. 'tis Venus calls, away, away, The waking mortals long for day. And let them long, 'tis just and right To shut them in eternal night, Whose deeds deserve no day; lie still, Arise not yet, lie still my Sun, My night begins when thou art gone. He woo thee with a kiss to come away. And I with forty for to stay. I'll give to thee the fair Adonis' spear So thou wilt rise: And I to keep thee here Will give a wreath of pearl as fair As ever Sea-Nymph yet did wear. 'tis Thetis woos thee stay, O stay, O stay. 'tis Venus woos thee rise, O come away. To which of these shall I mine ear incline? Unto the upper world repair. O no, I'll bind him in my flowing hair. But see fond Mortals how they gaze On that same petty blaze? Thetis adieu, I am no longer thine, I must away, For if I stay, My Deity's quite undone, They will forget t' adore the rising Sun. But what new spectacle of wonder's this? And have I lost my wonted Majesty Where with I use to strike a general blindness Through all the Stars? unto what height of pride Are they aspired, that thus with open eyes They dare outface me? Call out a powerful ray And make those saucy sparks confess that all Their lustre is a debt they owe to me. Gently, gently, God of light, Profane not powers that are known To be greater than thine own: Here is not a fire doth shine That is beholding unto thine, They are of themselves divine. And bless them all the Gods. But how come I To be so blind today? so dull? so heavy? I know them now; Hail fairest Albion's King, Live still the envy of the world; and thou Resplendent Goddess, to view whose glorious face I have oft times in my swift course stood still; Be all propitious to thy wished delights. And since ye have vouchsafed your gracious presence Here at the muse's Grove, command their Patron, Who here stands pressed to serve ye. Will he obey? Or else let Daphne frown, Or Phaeton resume my Chariot. Then in their names I do command thee here Lord of the year, To entertain This goodly Train, Call back that day of mine The sprightly Valentine.
seed 43: T29 · seed 44: T27 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
DRowſie Phoebus come away, And let out the long'd for day, Leaue thy Thetis ſilver breaſt, And ope the caſements of the Eaſt. Tis Venus calls, away, away, The waking mortals long for day. And let them long, tis juſt and right To ſhut them in eternall night, Whoſe deeds deſerue no day; lye ſtill, Ariſe not yet, lye ſtill my Sun, My night begins when thou art gone. He wooe thee with a kiſſe to come away. And I with fourtie for to ſtay. I'le giue to thee the faire Adonis ſpeare So thou wilt riſe: And I to keepe thee here Will giue a wreath of pearle as faire As ever Sea-Nymph yet did weare. Tis Thetis wooes thee ſtay, O ſtay, O ſtay. Tis Venus wooes thee riſe, O come away. To which of theſe ſhall I mine eare encline? Vnto the vpper world repayre. O no, I'le binde him in my flowing haire. But ſee fond Mortalls how they gaze On that ſame pettie blaze? Thetis adieu, I am no longer thine, I muſt away, For if I ſtay, My Deity's quite undone, They will forget t' adore the riſing Sun. But what new ſpectacle of wonder's this? And haue I loſt my wonted Majeſtie Where with I uſe to ſtrike a generall blindneſſe Through all the Starres? unto what height of pride Are they aſpir'd, that thus with open eyes They dare out-face mee? Call out a powerfull raye And make thoſe ſaucie ſparkes confeſſe that all Their luſtre is a debt they owe to me. Gently, gently, God of light, Profane not powers that are knowne To bee greater then thine owne: Here is not a fire doth ſhine That is beholding unto thine, They are of themſelues divine. And bleſſe them all the Gods. But how come I To be ſo blinde to day? ſo dull? ſo heavy? I know them now; Hayle fayreſt Albions King, Liue ſtill the envie of the world; and thou Reſplendent Goddeſſe, to view whoſe glorious face I haue oft times in my ſwift courſe ſtood ſtill; Be all propitious to thy wiſh'd delights. And ſince ye haue vouchſaf'd your gracious preſence Here at the Muſes Groue, command their Patron, Who here ſtands preſt to ſerue yee. Will hee obey? Or elſe let Daphne frowne, Or Phaeton reſume my Chariot. Then in their names I doe command thee heere Lord of the yeere, To entertaine This goodly Traine, Call backe that day of mine The ſprightly Valentine.