Londini Artium et Scientiarum Scaturigo, or London's Fountain of Arts and Sciences · chunk 1 of 3
Heywood, Thomas · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Oct 29] (Annals) civic play; pageant unassigned nearest T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions · 560 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
Fair Thamesis, upon whose silver breast Arion with his Dolphin new doth rest. How I admire thy Glory, State, and Pride, Upon this Solemn day thus beautified? Ganges renowned in all foreign Lands, Nor Tagus boasting of her golden Sands Can parallel thy Riches; Not Caister Famous for Swans, nor Po her clear streamed Sister: Winding Meander, nor yet Simois Flood, Which Fame saith, at the Trojan Siege van blood. Swift Rubicon, whose memory shall last, Because it, Caesar with his Army post. Choaspes, that almost guirts Persia round: Nor Issa, by Darius' aeath renowned. The Amazonian Thermedon, the Nile That breeds in it the weeping Crocodile. The Euphrates, the Volga, and the Ryne, Nay Iordan too, that waters Palestine: What Paris Some, or Rome's swift Tiber be, The one a Brook, the other a Ditch to thee, And my Crowned Dolphin doth proclaim thee thus, thouart the choice Darling of Oceanus. And if thou hast a Genius, (as 'tis guest All Rivers have?) know wherein thouart most blessed. Not that thy Banks are so defenced and stable, Nor within Land thouart so far navigable, Not for thy Flux and Reflux, (Ebbs and Tides) Or the rich Meadows bordering round thy sides. Not that being pleased, thouart smooth, being angry, curled, Nor thy rare Bridge not equalled through the World. Not for those goodly Buildings reared so buy, To make thes line to perpetuity. Not for thy spacious Limits and Extents, (And yet all those unrivald Ornaments.) But if I truly shall to thee commend, That bliss wherein thou others dost transcend, Behold this Day the Honour and the State Of this thy Great and God like Magistrate. Not waited on by Boats made of the Trunks Of Canes, or hollowed Trees, or petty junks, Or wanton Gondelaes': but Barges, strong, And richly decked, who as they plough along Thy breast, with their smooth keels to make their way, See how the Wind doth with their streamers play, How beautiful thy Waves how thronged thy shores, And what a music's when they strike their Oars▪ To see them with Grave Magistrates so manned, Powerful by Sea, and potent too by Land. So many Sciences, and Mysteries Distinguished into several Companies, In sundry bottoms: and each Art and Trade Known by the Flags and Pendants here displayed. And London which Metropolis we call, The Fount and Scaturigo of them all. Grave Praetor, now this Day to be invested The Head of all these, pass on unmolested, In your great Inauguration proceed, Which to your lasting Honour is decreed. In your return baske you shall understand, Those Triumphs that attend on you by Land. DOth any wonder, why St. Katherine, she The Patroness of this fair Company Is mounted on a Lion? Let such know, That (being a Queeney this kingly beast doth owe Me duty by instinct: Besides I come Both with Virginity and martyrdom, Sainted moreover, and (of these) the least Able to tame the most insulting Beast. But this is he the billows doth divide, And therefore justly on his back I ride: All these belonging to this Worthy Trade, The Lion, Sea-waves, and the Princely Maid: That for the Arms: note next what I display In this my Banner here, Serve and obey: Rare Moral in this Motto, (if well scanned) For Kings are Gods, Viz-gerents, and command
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Faire Thameſis, vpon whoſe ſiluer breſt Arion with his Dolphin new doth reſt. How I admire thy Glory, State, and Pride, Vpon this Solemne day thus beautified? Ganges renowned in all forraigne Lands, Nor Tgus boaſting of her golden Sands Can paralell thy Riches; Not Caiſter Famous for Swannes, nor Po her cleere ſtream'd Siſter: Winding Meander, nor yet Simois Flood, Which Fame ſaith, at the Troian Seige van blood. Swift Rubicon, whoſe memory ſhall laſt, Becauſe it, Caeſar with his Army poſt. Choaſpes, that almoſt guirts Perſia round: Nor Iſſa, by Darius aeath renown'd. The Amazonian Thermedon, the Nyle That breeds in it the weeping Crocadile. The Euphrates, the Volga, and the Ryne, Nay Iordan too, that waters Paleſtine: What Paris Some, or Romes ſwift Tyber bee, The one a Brooke, the other a Ditch to thee▪ And my Crownd Dolphin doth proclaime thee thus, Th'art the choyſe Darling of Oceanus. And if thou haſt a Genius, (as t'is gueſt All Riuers haue?) know wherein th'art moſt bleſt. Not that thy Bankes are ſo defenc't and ſtable, Nor within Land th'art ſo far nauigable, Not for thy Flux and Refluxe, (Ebbs and Tydes) Or the rich Meddowes bordering round thy ſides. Not that being pleas'd, th'art ſmooth, being angry, curl'd, Nor thy rare Bridge not equald through the World. Not for thoſe goodly Buildings reard ſo bye, To make thes line to perpetuity. Not for thy ſpacious Limits and Extents, (And yet all thoſe vnriuald Ornaments.) But if I truely ſhall to thee commend, That bliſſe wherein thou others doſt tranſcend, Behold this Day the Honour and the State Of this thy Great and God like Magiſtrate. Not waited on by Boats made of the Trunks Of Canes, or hollowed Trees, or petty Iunks, Or wanton Gondelaes: but Barges, ſtrong, And richly deckt, who as they plowe along Thy breſt, with their ſmooth keeles to make their way, See how the Wind doth with their ſtreamers play, How beautiful thy Waues how throngd thy ſhoares, And what a Muſick's when they ſtrike their Oares▪ To ſee them with Graue Magiſtrates ſo Man'd, Powerfull by Sea, and potent too by Land. So many Sciences, and Miſteries Diſtinguiſht into ſeuerall Companies, In ſundry bottomes: and each Art and Trade Knowne by the Flags and Pendants here diſplaid. And London which Metropolis we call, The Fount and Scaturigo of them all. Graue Praetor, now this Day to be inueſted The Head of al theſe, paſſe on vnmoleſted, In your great Inauguration proceede, Which to your laſting Honour is decreed. In your returne baske you ſhall vnderſtand, Thoſe Triumphs that attend on you by Land. DOth any wonder, why St. Katherine, ſhee The Patroneſſe of this faire Companie Is mounted on a Lyon? Let ſuch know, That (being a Queeney this kingly beaſt doth owe Mee duty by intinct: Beſides I come Both with Virginity and Martyrdome, Sainted moreouer, and (of theſe) the leaſt Able to tame the moſt inſulting Beaſt. But this is hee the billowes doth deuide, And therefore iuſtly on his backe I ride: All theſe belonging to this Worthy Trade, The Lyon, Sea-waues, and the Princely Mayde▪ That for the Armes: note next what I diſplay In this my Banner here, Serue and obey▪ Rare Morall in this Motto, (if well ſcand) For Kings are Gods, Viz-gerents, and cōmand