Selected quad for the lemma: majesty_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
majesty_n	honourable_a	lord_n	viscount_n	3,313	5	11.4579	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A46448	The vvish, being the tenth satyr of Juvenal, peraphrastically rendered in pindarick verse by a person, sometimes fellow of Trin. Col. Dublin.; Satura 10. English	Juvenal.; Wettenhall, Edward, 1636-1713.	1675 (1675)	Wing J1295; ESTC R16717	17,235	44

THE VVISH BEING THE Tenth Satyr OF JUVENAL Peraphrastically rendered in PINDARICK VERSE By a Person sometimes Fellow of Trin. Col. DUBLIN Carmen amat quisquis Carmine digna gerit Claud. DUBLIN Printed by Benjamin Tooke Printer to the King 's most Excellent Majesty 1675. To the Right Honourable MURROUGH Lord Viscount BLESSINTON My LORD I Was desired by the Authour of this Poem to excuse to the World his employing any time in work or as he would rather have it called Idleness of this sort and the boldness in-publick inscribing it to your Patronage I cannot better do either than by plain telling truth Some perplext business drew him to the Terms at Clonmel in which Journey for diversion of Law-thoughts and entertainment of time which was not very capable of more serious studies he took with him Juvenal and his learned Translators Sir Robert Stapleton and Dr. B. Holiday onely with the design of pleasing himself by the comparing the Original and Translations a pleasure truly worthy of an ingenious mind at once to view the product of Three so great Wits employed on the same conceits By the way at Kilkenny making a short stay a judicious Friend possest him that Juvenal was the properest for a Pindarick Version of any Authour of that nature This induced him afterwards to try how he could th●nk over Juvenal's thoughts that new way in English which design he the rather cherished because such kind of writing could not at all rival those great Names who had already done Juvenal so much justice in our Tongue This occasion truly gave birth to this Poem and I believe your Lordship as well as other good Judges will be apt to think considering the Authours temper and inclination such time could not have been by him much better spent Returning home he reviewed what he had done and moved by the worth of the subject gave three Copies to Persons of Quality known by him to be addicted to Literature of whom your Lordship by sending your Copy to the Press not without great encouragement made it known you were one designing onely thereby farther to invite them to the reading such old Books which at once present much Wit Learning and Morality From the Press the Papers came to my hands and I should neither do your Lordship nor my Friend justice if from mine they did not return to yours According therefore to the Authours obligations to your Lordship and that right which I have in him I consecrate this his small Piece to your Name not imagining it can add any honour thereto but presaging it will from thence receive both life and lustre and withall professing I greedily look the opportunity he gave me of publick acknowledging my self SIR Your Lordships most obliged Servant Edw Wetenhall THE Tenth Satyr OF JUVENAL Paraphras'd The Wish 1. IN Court or Crowd shew me who can From Cadiz West To Ganges East That happy happy man Who has a notion of the things are best Or things thence distant as the East from West Who ev'n the worst things knows On whom the grossest errors can't impose That truly skills the plainest case Can tell the paint or vizard from the face That 's capable cou'd wishes do 't of being blest 2. Such strangers we to reason are By it we neither wish nor fear Tell me what wou'd thy best of wishes gain Shoud'st thou thy wishes all obtain The better wish were to unwish them all again The easie Gods granting what men require Tir'd with their whining breath Oft hug their Suppliants to death Ruine whole families at their own desire So strangely do our several Pray'rs miscarry When what we ask we do enjoy We shew how many ways we can destroy And in new wishes our destructions vary Whether we ask for Peace or War Alike we fare There 's a Dilemma in our Fate Ruin's in this as well as that Ease acts in one what Swords in t'other do And Vice is the worse Murd'er of the two 3. Many Eloquence admire Some do Eloquence desire Yet ev'n that Art by which they others save Has to the owners prov'd a grave In some it to a swelling Torrent grows So wanton that it scorns a bound But then the very channel 's drown'd The Tyrant stood its own banks overflows Best Orators have been undone Speaking for others spoke their own Funeral Oration 4. Milo in strength of arm plac'd his delight He did provoke The lusty Oak Which did return a worse embrace and stay'd His brawny pride i' th prison that he made He to his own destruction did employ his might But wealth does more destroy wealth got with care And too much speed Estates which others do exceed As much as British Whales bigger than Dolphins are 5. Oh! at what rate Have many this way bought the worst of fate It was for this in cruel Nero's time Under whom to be wealthy was a crime The Tyrant first Longinus eyes did bore That he might see his Gold no more And then he took his life Cassius alas Thy Statue guiltless was And at the best but brass His mischief did from other causes rise The Sunshine of invidious Gold put out his eyes 6. With guards this Seneca's Gardens set about The dragons cou'd not keep 'um out This did the Lateran Palaces beset But Cottages were ne're besieged yet If thou dost travel though i' th dead o' th night With the least parcel of the fatal Mine Though yet not tainted with the name of coin The watchful Club or Sword will thee affright Nay a less dreadful weapon makes thee fear A shaken reed by Moonshine is a spear But if thou nothing bring And canst not pay none will take pains To stab thee or knock out thy brains Light purse light heart thou maist go on and sing 7. Yet the first thing we ask is that we may Be rich nay hence we learn to pray Give this give that we do implore And can't proceed but saying Give me more When our a Chests kept i' th Temples biggest are We think i' th Gods we have the greatest share Nay for the Deities we do not care We onely worship th' Idol Money there 8. Yet Poverty 's more safe A plot Of poyson scorns an Earthen pot Pray when did you e're hear of such a bait Laid in Agathoclean plate Suspect that onely there When that thy trembling hands the Goblets hold Where gems add fuel to the gold And the Wine 's self does seem to sweat for fear 9. And now perhaps you 'l deign to praise The b Sages of contrary ways One never went unto his door But laugh'd till 's sides were sore T'other his threshold ne're did stride But instantly he cry'd But laughter's easie in scorn all are wise The thing that does surprize Is how the other cou'd supply his eyes 10. Aye but Democritus laugh'd in Thrace There were no c purple toys Distinctions of young and old boys No Consul's Gowns worn there No litters for the sound and no close