Author: liza.blake

Great King, we here present a masque at¹ night
To Judgment’s view, and for the mind’s delight.
If it be good set lights of praise about;
If it be bad then put those torches out.

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A ship of youth in the² world’s sea was sent;
Balanced with self-conceit and pride it went.
And large sails of ambition set thereon,³
Hung to⁴ a tall mast of good opinion.
And on the waves of plenty did it⁵ ride,                               5
With winds of praise and beauty’s flowing tide.
Unto the land of riches it was bound,
To see if golden fame might there be found,
And thus it swam in a sweet calm of peace;⁶
No boisterous storm of war did on it seize.⁷                       10
But when that she had passed nineteen degrees,⁸
The land of happiness she no longer sees,⁹
For then rebellious clouds foul¹⁰ black did grow,
And showers of blood into those¹¹ seas did throw,
And¹² vapors of sad sighs full thick did rise                        15
From grief of¹³ hearts, which in the bottom lies.
Then fears like to¹⁴ the northern winds blew high,
And stars of hopes were clouded in the sky.
Down went the sun¹⁵ of all prosperity,
Reeled in the¹⁶ troubled seas of misery.                               20
On sorrow’s billows high this ship was tossed;
The card of mirth and mark of joy was lost.
The point of comfort could not be found out;
Her sides did beat upon the sands of doubt.
Prudence was pilot, and¹⁷ with much ado                           25
A haven of great France she got into.
Glad was this ship that she¹⁸ safe harbor got,¹⁹
Then on the river of Loire she straight swam up.²⁰
For on this river she²¹ no tempest feared,²²
But directly her course to Paris steered,²³                           30
And in that place she did some time²⁴ remain
To mend this torn and tattered²⁵ bark again.
New sails she made, and all her tacklings fit,
Trimmed²⁶ herself fine and gay, respect to get.
At last²⁷ a noble lord this ship did buy,                                 35
Who was resolved with it²⁸ to live and die.

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Then this same² ship another voyage went;
Balanced it was with spice of sweet content.
The mast was merit, sails³ of love tied thereon,⁴
Which sails by virtue’s zephyrs were blown.⁵
On the great⁶ sea of honor did it go;⁷                                  5
Fame was the land which it⁸ did traffic to.⁹
At last a storm of poverty did rise,
And showers of miseries fell from the skies,
And thund’ring creditors a noise did make
With threat’ning bills, as if the ship they’d¹⁰ break,        10
Forced it towards the northern pole, where cold¹¹
And icy wants did of¹² this ship take hold.
At last¹³ the sun of charity did melt
Those icy wants, so liberty she¹⁴ felt,
And¹⁵ oars of honest industry did row,                              15
Till¹⁶ gentle gales of friendship made it go.
But when the storms of dangers all were past,
Upon the coast of Flanders¹⁷ it was cast.
But this ship was¹⁸ so tottered, torn, and rent,
That none but gods her¹⁹ ruin could prevent.                   20

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Her hair with lovers’ hopes curled in long rings,
Her braids hard plaited² with his protestings,
Yet oftentimes those curlèd hairs went out³
With lovers’ windy fears, and damps of doubt.⁴
Strings of threaded tears about her neck she wore,⁵               5
Which, dropped from th’lover’s eyes, his⁶ image bore.
His sighs, as pendants, did hang at each⁷ ear,
Sometime were troublesome, if⁸ heavy were.
Her gown was made of admiration,⁹
Embroideries of praises placed thereon;¹⁰                                10
Ribbons of verses love hung¹¹ here and there,
According as the several fancies were.
With some she tied her looking-glass of pride,
And fan of good opinion by her side.
Sometimes Love pleasure took a veil to place,                         15
Of glances, which did cover all her face.

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His headpiece was² of prudence, where³ his eye
Of judgment⁴ dangers and⁵ mistakes did⁶ spy;
His breast-plate made of courage, to⁷ keep out
Bullets of fear, and⁸ blows of timorous doubt.
The gauntlets on his hands were⁹ active skill,                      5
Wherewith he held a poleaxe of good will.
His sword was strong, and a stiff metal¹⁰ blade,
For it was all of pure bright honor made.
A scarf, which Fortune gave, his waist did tie,
Embroidered thick with stars¹¹ of purple dye.                     10
A plume of valor on his headpiece waved;¹²
A cloak of merit all his body saved.¹³
His spurs, rowelled with hope, did pierce¹⁴ the side
Of strong ambition, whereon he did ride.
Thus was he¹⁵ armed, and for great fame did fight.           15
She was his mistress, he her champion knight.

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Her hair had curls of pleasure² and delight,
Through which³ her skin did cast a glimm’ring⁴ light.
As lace, her bashful eyelids downwards hung;
A modest count’nance o’er⁵ her face was flung.⁶
Blushes, as coral beads, she strung, to wear                          5
About her neck, and pendants for each ear.
Her gown was by proportion cut and made,
With veins embroidered, with complexion laid.
Light words with ribbons of chaste thoughts she⁷ ties,
And loose behavior, which through errors flies.                   10
Rich jewels of bright honor she did wear,
By noble actions placed⁸ everywhere.
Thus dressed, to Fame’s great court straightways she went,
There danced a ball⁹ with Youth, Love, Mirth, Content.

A milk-white hair-lace wound up all her hairs,
And a deaf coif did cover both her ears.
A sober look¹ about her face she ties,
And a dim sight doth cover half her eyes.
About her neck a kercher of coarse skin,                                5
Which time had crumpled and worn creases in.
Her gown was turned to melancholy black,
Which loose did hang upon her sides and back.
Her stockings cramps had knit, red worsted gout,
And pains, as garters, tied her legs about.                              10
A pair of palsy gloves her hands did cover,²
With weakness stitched, and numbness trimmed all over.³
Her shoes were corns, and hard skin sewed together;
Hard skin was⁴ soles, and corns the upper leather.
A mantle of diseases laps her round,                                       15
And thus she’s dressed, till Death lays her in⁵ ground.

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Thus Love, and War, and Age, and Youth did meet
In scenes of poetry, and numbers sweet.
War took out Love, and Age did take out Youth,
And all did dance upon the stage of truth.

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A crown of jewels on her head was² put,
And every jewel like a planet cut;
The diamond, carbuncle, and sapphire,³
Ruby,⁴ topaz, and emerald was there.⁵
Her⁶ face was like the sun, which⁷ shinèd bright,                    5
And all those jewels from her face took light.
A chain of gold was linked by destiny,⁸
And⁹ in each link¹⁰ a good effect did lie,¹¹
And as the zodiac round the world doth bind,
So did this¹² chain about her body wind.                                   10
Silver cloth for her¹³ gown the Fates did spin,
And¹⁴ every thread was twisted hard therein.
Her hair in curls hung loose, by Cupid blown,¹⁵
Between which¹⁶ curls her shoulders white were shown,¹⁷
Youth strewed green rushes to the temple gate,                       15
In Beauty’s chariot she rid in great¹⁸ state.
With¹⁹ great applause her charioteer drove on,
Eyes of delight, as lackies, run along.²⁰
Then²¹ to the altar this fair bride was led
By blushing Modesty, in crimson red,                                         20
And Innocency,²² dressed in lily white;
Hymen did bear the torch, which²³ burned bright.
Her train was carried by the²⁴ Graces three,
As lovely Hope, Good²⁵ Faith, and Charity.

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The bridegroom was all² dressed by Honors fine,
And was attended by the Muses nine.
Virtue strewed flow’rs³ of dispositions sweet,
In honest ways to walk on gentle feet.
A crown of loyalty was on⁴ his head;                              5
Both⁵ Fortitude, and Justice did him lead.⁶
Over his⁷ crown a laurel Fame did⁸ set,
Which Fortune often strived away to get.
And many bells of several censures rung,
And all the streets were⁹ with inquiry hung,                10
And¹⁰ in a chariot of good deeds did ride,
And many thankful hearts run by his side.