 | Loves Mistresse : or The Queenes Masque |  |
Her Majesty inviting the King to Denmark House, in the Strand, upon His Birth-day, being November the 19. This Play (bearing from that time) the Title of the Queens Masque, was againe presented before Him: Cupid speaking the Prologue.
Who's so un-read, doth not of Plato heare,
His Annus Magnus, or his Vertent yeare;
In which the Starres, and Planets, Moone, and Sun,
Tyr'd with continuall labour, having runne
So many Ages long peregrination,
And returnes fresh and new to It's first station.
His Annus Magnus, or his Vertent yeare;
In which the Starres, and Planets, Moone, and Sun,
Tyr'd with continuall labour, having runne
And returnes fresh and new to It's first station.
This is that yeare sure; rather this the day,
Able to change November into May:
This day's in heaven a Jubylee of Joy,
Where Angels sing in quires, Vive la Roy.
This is the Royall Birth-day of a King,
Then men with Angels Iopæan sing.
Able to change November into May:
This day's in heaven a Jubylee of Joy,
Where Angels sing in quires, Vive la Roy.
This is the Royall Birth-day of a King,
Then men with Angels Iopæan sing.
I'had almost lost my selfe, when my intent
Was to tell why I come, and from whom sent:
From One, to whom I'me but a shadow, Shee
The very soule of Amabilitee.
One, that without my quiver and my bow,
Commands the hearts and eyes, of high and low.
Whose Name (Inscribed here) did you but behold,
'Twould change the sooty Inke, to liquid Gold
Of fulgent beauty; but so pure a mind,
As if tinctur'd from Heaven, and so devin'd.
I Love, from Love am sent, but She the right:
Then grace (Great King) the Triumphs, of Loves night.
Was to tell why I come, and from whom sent:
From One, to whom I'me but a shadow, Shee
The very soule of Amabilitee.
One, that without my quiver and my bow,
Commands the hearts and eyes, of high and low.
Whose Name (Inscribed here) did you but behold,
'Twould change the sooty Inke, to liquid Gold
Of fulgent beauty; but so pure a mind,
As if tinctur'd from Heaven, and so devin'd.
I Love, from Love am sent, but She the right:
Then grace (Great King) the Triumphs, of Loves night.
| Loves Mistresse : or The Queenes Masque | |