Selected quad for the lemma: heart_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
heart_n	according_a	lord_n	servant_n	2,414	5	6.5575	4	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A39898	The sun's-darling a moral masque : as it hath been often presented at Whitehall by Their Majesties servants, and after at the Cock-pit in Drury Lane, with great applause / written by John Foard and Tho. Decker, Gent.	Dekker, Thomas, ca. 1572-1632.; Ford, John, 1586-ca. 1640.	1656 (1656)	Wing F1467; ESTC R17978	25,772	52

mine All kingdoms I have right to I am free Of every Countrie in the four elements I have as deep a share as an Emperor All beasts whom the earth bears are to serv me All birds to sing to me and can you catch me With a tempting golden Apple Plen. Shee 's too good for thee When she was born the Sun for joy did rise Before his time onely to kisse those 〈◊〉 Which having touch'd he stole from them such store Of light she shone more bright then e're before At which he vow'd when ever thee did die Hee 'd snatch them up and in his 〈◊〉 sphere Place them since she had no two stars so clear Ray. Let him now snatch them up away Hu. Away and leav this Gipsie Sun Oh! I am lost Ray. Love scorn'd of no triumph more then love can boast Exit Plen. This strump will confound him Recorders Sum. She has me deluded Enter Sun Sun Is Raybright gon Sum. Yes and his spightful eies Have shot darts through me Sun I thy wounds will cure And lengthen out thy daies his followers gon Cupid and Fortune take you charge of him Here thou my brightest Queen must end thy reign Som nine months hence I 'le shine on thee again Exeunt Actus Quartus Enter Pamona Raybright Cupid and Fortune Ray. YOur entertainment Autumns bounteous queen Have feasted me with rarities as delicate As the full growth of an abundant year Can ripen to my palate Pom. They are but courtings Of gratitude to our dread Lord the Sun From whom thou draw'st thy name the feast of fruits Our gardens yield are much too course for thee Could we contract the choice of natures plenty Into one form and that form to contein All delicates which the wanton sence Would relish or desire to invent to please it The present were unworthie far to purchase A sacred league of friendship Ray. I have rioted In surfets of the ear with various musick Of warbling birds I have smelt perfumes of roses And every flower with which the fresh-trim'd earth Is mantled in the Spring could mock my sences With these fine barren lullabies the Summer Invited my then ranging eies to look on Large fields of ripen'd corn presenting trifles Of waterish pettie dainties but my taste Is onely here pleas'd t'other objects claim The y●e of formal these are real bounties P●m. 〈◊〉 can transcend thy wishes whom the creatures Of every age and qualitie posts madding From land to land and sea to sea to meet Shall wait upon thy nod Fortune and Cupid Love yield thy quiver and thine arrows up To this great Prince of Time before him Fortune Powr Powr out thy mint of treasures crown him sovereign Of what his thoughts can glorie to command He shall give paiment of a roial prize To Fortune Judgment and to Cupids eies Fort. Be a Merchant I will fraight thee With all store that time is bought for Cup. Bee a lover I will wait thee With successe in life most sought for For. Be enamored on bright honor And thy greatnesse shall shine glorious Cup. Chastitie if thou smile on her Shall grow servile thou victorious Fort. Be a warrior conquest ever Shall triumphantly renown thee Cup. Be a Courtier beauty never Shall but with her duty crown thee Fort. Fortunes wheel is thine depose me I 'me thy slave thy power hath bound me Cup. Cupids shafts are thine dispose me Love loves love thy graces wound me Fort. Cup Live reign pi●●e is fames jewel We obay oh be not cruel Ray. You ravish me with infinites and lay A bountie of more sovereigntie and amazement Then the Atlas of mortalitie can support Enter Humor and Follie Hu. What 's here Fol. Nay pray observe Ray. Be my hearts Empresse build your kingdom there Hu. With what an earnestnesse he complies Fol. Upon my life he means to turn Costermonger and is projecting how to forestall the market I shall crie Pippins rarely Ray. Till now my longings were ne're satisfied And the desires my sensuall appetite Were onely fed with barren expectations To what I now am fill'd with Fol. Yes we are fill'd and must be emptied these wind fruits have distended my guts into a Lenten pudding there 's no fat in them my belly swells but my sides fall away a month of such diet would make me a living Anatomie Po. These are too little more are due to him That is the pattern of his fathers glorie Dwell but amongst us industrie shall strive To make another artificiall nature And change all other seasons into ours Hu. Shall my heart breake I can containe no longer Ray. How fares my lov'd Humor Hu. A little stirr'd no matter I 'le be merry Call for some Musick do not I 'le be melancholly Fol. A sullen humor and common in a dicer that has lost all his money Po. Lady I hope 't is no neglect of Courtesie In us that so disturbs you if it rise From any discontent reveal the cause It shall be soone removed Hu. Oh! my heart helpe to unlace my gowne Fol. And unlace your peticoat Hu. Sawcie how now 't is well you have some sweet heart some new fresh sweet heart i 'me a goodly foole to be thus plaied on stall'd and foyl'd Po. Why Madam We can be courteous without staine of honor 'T is not the raging of a lustfull blood That we desire to tame with satisfaction Nor hath his masculine graces in our brest Kindled a wanton fire our bounty gives him A welcome free but chaste and honorable Hu. Nay 't is all one I have a tender heart Come come let 's drink Fol. A humor in fashion with gallants and brought out of the low Countries Hu. Fie there 's no musick in thee let us sing Fol. Here 's humor in the right trim a few more such toies would make the little world of man runne mad as the Puritan that sold his conscience for a May pole Florish showte Ray. The meaning of this mirth Po. My Lord is coming Ray. Let us attend to humble our best thanks For these high favours Enter Autumne Baccanalian Humor Follie Pom. My dearest Lord according to th' injunction Of your command I have with all observance Given entertainement to this noble stranger Au. The Sun-born Raybright minion of my love Let us be twins in heart thy grandsires beames Shine graciously upon our fruits and vines I am his vassal-vassail-servant tributarie And for his sake the kingdomes I possesse I will devide with thee thou shalt command The Lidian Tmolus and Campanian mounts To nodd their grape-crownd heads into thy bowles Expressing their rich juice a hundred graines Both from the Beltick and Sicilian fields Shall be Congested for thy sacrifice In Ceres fane Tiber shall pay thee Apples And Sicyon Olives all the Choicest fruits Thy Fathers heat doth ripen Ray. Make me but treasurer Of your respected favours and that honor Shall equall my ambition Au. My Pomona Speed to prepare a banquet of novelties This is a day

THE Sun's-Darling A Moral Masque As it hath been often presented at Whitehall by their Majesties Servants and after at the Cock-pit in Drury Lane with great Applause Written by Iohn Foard and Tho. Decker Gent. LONDON Printed by I. Bell for Andrew Penneycuicke Anno Dom. 1656 To the Right Honorable THOMAS WRIATHESLEY Earle of Southampton Lord WRIATHSLEY of Tichfield c. MY LORD Herodotus Reports that the Aegyptians by Wrapping their Dead in Glasse presents them lively to all Posterity But your Lordship will do more by the Vivifying beames of your Acceptation Revive the parents of this Orphan Poem and make them live to Eternity While the Stage florisht the POEM liv'd by the breath of Generall Applauses and the Virtuall Fervor of the Court But since hath languisht for want of heate and now neere shrunk up with Cold creepes with a shivering feare to Extend it selse at the Flames of your Benignity My Lord though it seems Rough and Forlorn It is the issu of Worthy parents and we doubt not but you will find it accomplisht with their Vertue Be pleased then my Lord to give it entertainement the more Destitute and needy it is the Greater Reward may be challenged by your Charity and so being shelt'rd under your Wings and Comforted by the Sun-shine of your Favoure it will become Proofe against the Injustice of Time and like one of Demetrius statues appeare fresher and fresher to all Ages My Lord were we not Confident of the Excellence of the Peece wee should not dare to Assume an impudence to preferr it to a Person of your HONOR and KNOWN JUDGMENT whose HEARTS are ready SACRIFICES to your NAME and HONOR Being my Lorde Your Lordships most humble and most Obligedly Submissive Servants Theophilus Bird Andrew Penneycuicke Upon the SUN'S DARLING IS he then found Phoebus make holliday Tye up thy Steeds And let the Cyclops Play Mulceber leave thy Anvile and be trim Combe thy black Muzle be no longer Grim Mercury be quick with mirth furnish the heavens Jove this day let all run at fix and seavens And Ganimede be nimble to the Brim Fill Boules of Nectar that the Gods may swim To solemnize their healths that did discover The oscure being of the Suns fon'd lover That from the Example of their liberall mirth We may enjoy like freedome on Earth Iohn Tatham READER IT is not here intended to present thee with the perfect Analogy betwixt the World and man which was made for Man Nor their Co-existence the World determining with Man this I presume hath bin by others Treated on But drawing the Curtain of this Morall you shall finde him in his progression as followeth The first Season PResent him in the Twy-light of his age Nor Pot-gun-proofe and yet hee 'l have his page This smale Knight-Errant will encounter things Above his pearch and like the partridge Springs The second Season Folly his squire the Lady Humor brings Who in his eare farr sweeter Novells sings He follows them forsakes the Aprill Queene And now the Noone-tide of his age is seene The third Season AS soone as Nerv'd with strength he becoms Weake Folly and Humor doth his reason breake Hurries him from his Noone-tide to his even From Summer to his 〈◊〉 he is driven The fourth Season ANd now the Winter or his nonage takes him The sad remembrance of his errours wakes him Folly and Humour Faine hee 'd cast away But they will never leave him till hee 's Clay Thus Man as Clay Descends Ascends in spirit Dust goes to dust The soule unto It's Merit The Names of the Persons Phoebus the Sun Winter Raybright the suns Darling Conceit Lady Spring Detraction Youth Time Delight Priest of the Sun Health Folly Summer A Souldier Plenty A Spanyard Pomona An Italian Dancer Cupid A French Taylor Fortune A Forrester Autumne Aeolus Bacchanalian Maskers Bounty 3 Clowns THE Sun's-Darling ACT. I. AN ALTAR Enter the Priest of the Sun Raybright discovered sleeping Pr. LEt your tunes you sweet-voic'd spears overtake him Charm his fancies ope his ears now awake him begin SONG Fancies are but streams of vain pleasure They who by their dreams true joies measure Feasting starve laughing weep playing smart whilst in sleep fools with shadows smiling wake and and finde hopes like winde Idle hopes beguiling Thoughts flie away Time hath past 'em Wake now awake see and taste 'em Ray. That I might ever slumber and enjoy Contents as happie as the soul's best wishes Can fancie or imagine 't is a crueltie Beyond example to usurp the peace I sate inthron'd in who was 't pluck'd mee from it Pr. Young man look hither Ray. Good I envie not The pomp of your high office all preferment Of earthly glories are to me diseases Infecting those found parts which should preserve The flattering retribution to my thankfulness The times are better to me there 's no taste Left on the pallate of my discontent To catch at emptie hopes whose onely blessedness Depends on beeing miserable Pr. Raybright Thou drawst thy great descent from my grand patron the Sun whose priest I am Ray. For small advantage Hee who is high-born never mounts von battlemen Of sparkling stars unless I bee in spirit As humble as the childe of one that sweats To eat the dear-earn'd bread of honest thrift Pr. Hast thou not flow'd in honors Ray. Honors I 'de not bee baited with my fears Of loosing em to bee their monstrous creature An age together 't is beside as comfortable To die upon the embrodrie of the grass Unwinded as to ser a world at gaze Whilst from a pinacle I tumble down And break my neck to bee talk'd of and wonder'd at Pr. You have worn rich habits Fine Ass-trappings A Pedler's heir turn'd gallant follows fashion Can by a cross-legg'd Tailor bee transform'd Into a Jack a napes of passing bravery 'T is a stout hapiness to wear good clothes Yet live and die a fool mew Pr. You have had choice Of beauties to enrich your marriage-bed Ray. Monkyes and Parakeetoes are as prettie To play withall tho not indeed so gentle Honestie 's indeed a fine jewel but the Indies Where it grows is hard to bee discovered troath sir I care for no long travels with lost labor Pr. Pleasures of every sence have been your servants When as y 'ave commanded them Ray. To threaten ruine Corrupt the puritie of knowledg wrest Desires of better life to those of these This scurvie one this life scarce worth the keeping Pr. 'T is melancholy and too fond indulgence To your own dull'd affections sway your judgment You could not else bee thus lost or suspect The care your ancestor the Sun takes of yee Ray. The care the scorn hee throw on mee Pr. Fie fie Have you been sent out into strange lands Seen Courts of forreign Kings by them been grac'd To bring home such neglect Ray. I have reason for 't Pr. Pray shew it Ray. Since my coming home I have found More sweets in one unprofitable dream Then