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On Mar 5, 3:33 pm, Dennis wrote:
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> TO THE
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> SPECIAL FOUNTAIN of MANNERS,
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> The Court.
> THou art a Bountiful and Brave Spring, and waterest all the Noble
> Plants of this Island. In thee the whole Kingdom dresseth it self, and
> is ambitious to use thee as her GLASS. Beware then thou render Mens
> Figures truly, and teach them no less to hate their DEFORMITIES, than
> to love their Forms: For, to Grace, there should come Reverence; and
> no Man can call that Lovely, which is not also Venerable. It is not
> Powd'ring, Perfuming, and every day smelling of the Taylor, that
> converteth to a Beautiful Object: but a Mind shining through any Sute,
> which needs no False Light, either of Riches or Honours, to help it.
> Such shalt thou find some here, even in the Reign of C Y N T H I A, (a
> C R I T E S and an A R E T E.) Now, under thy P H OE B U S, it will be
> thy Province to make more: Except thou desirest to have thy Source mix
> with the Spring of Self-love, and so wilt draw upon thee as welcom a
> Discovery of thy Days, as was then made of her Nights.
> Thy Servant, but not Slave,
>
> BEN. JOHNSON.
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=2E Odyssey - Homer (tr. Samuel Butler) ** BOOK VII
=2E
<<"First find the QUEEN her name is *ARETE*. . ."
Ulysses went straight through the court,
still hidden by the *CLOAK of darkness* in which Minerva
had enveloped him, till he reached *ARETE* & King Alcinous;
then he laid his hands upon the KNEES of [*ARETE*] and at
that moment the miraculous darkness fell away from him.>>
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=2E FTHESE_- [I] n __-{S} - UIN G ____ SONNET
=2E SMrWha_- [L] L __ [H]A P

I__ [N] ESSEA
=2E NDthat____[E] T _ [E]R N_ T__ [I] EPROM
=2E ISEDB Y O u ___- [R]E V R _ [L] IVING
=2E POEtW I s h ____ [E]T __ H [T] H__-[E] WELLW
=2E IShIN- G a _____ [d V e] N [T] u ______ ReRINS
=2E EtTIN G fort----________ H [T] t
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______ *LVCRECE*
______ {anagram}
______ *VERE CCL*
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And my TRUE eyes have nEVER practised how
To *CLOAKE* offences with a cunning brow.
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'O Night, thou furnace of foul-reeking smoke,
Let not the jealous Day behold that face
Which underneath thy black all-hiding *CLOAKE*
Immodestly lies martyr'd with disgrace!
Keep still possession of thy gloomy place,
That all the faults which in thy reign are made
May likewise be *SEPULCHRED* in thy shade
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_. GOOD FREND FO_{R} [IE]{SVS}'_S(AKE)__ FOR[BE]ARE,
____ TO DIGG THE D_{V}[ST] ___ EN(CLO)ASED [HE]ARE:
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_. BLESTE BE Ye MA_{N} Yt___ SPA[RE]S THES STONES,
__ AND CVRST BE H_{E} Yt___ MO[VE]S MY BONES.
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=2E CRATYLUS by Plato
=2E
<<[SOCRATES to Hermogenes]: *ARETE* signifying in the 1st place
ease of motion, then that the STREAM of the good soul is unimpeded,
and has therefore the attribute of EVER FLOWING without
let or hindrance, and is therefore called *ARETE*,
or, more correctly, aeireite (EVER-FLOWING)>>
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http://hollowaypages.com/jonson1692cynthia.htm
=2E
CYNTHIA'S *REVELS* OR,
*The Fountain* of Self-Love.
=2E
A COMICAL SATYR.
=2E
First Acted in the Year 1600.
By the then CHILDREN of QUEEN ELIZABETH's CHAPPEL.
=2E
With the Allowance of the Master of REVELS.
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The Author B. J.
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Nasutum volo, nolo polyposum. Mart.
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TO THE SPECIAL FOUNTAIN of MANNERS, The Court.
=2E
THou art a Bountiful and Brave Spring, and waterest all the Noble
Plants of this Island. In thee the whole Kingdom dresseth it self, and
is ambitious to use thee as her Glass. Beware then thou render Mens
Figures TRULY, and teach them no less to hate their Deformities, than
to love their Forms: For, to Grace, there should come REVERence; and
no Man can call that Lovely, which is not also Venerable. It is not
Powd'ring, Perfuming, and EVERy day smelling of the *TAYLOR* , that
converteth to a Beautiful Object: but a Mind shining through any Sute,
which needs no False Light, either of Riches or Honours, to help it.
Such shalt thou find some here, even in the Reign of CYNTHIA,
(a CRITES and an ARETE.) Now, under thy PH?BUS, it will be thy
Province to make more: Except thou desirest to have thy Source
mix with the Spring of Self-love, and so wilt draw upon thee as
welcom a Discovery of thy Days, as was then made of her Nights.
=2E
Thy Servant, but not Slave, - BEN. JOHNSON.
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The PERSONS of the PLAY.
=2E
CYNTHIA.
MERCURY.
HESPERUS.
CRITES.
AMORPHUS.
ASOTUS.
HEDON.
ANAIDES.
MORPHIDES.
PROSAITES.
MORUS.
CUPID.
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ECCHO.
ARETE.
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PHANTASTE.
ARGURION.
PHILAUTIA.
MORIA.
COS.
GELAIA.
PHRONESIS,
THAUMA,
TIME,
Mutes.
Act V. Scene VII. The First Masque.
=2E
[To them. Cupid, like Anteros.
=2E
Lear Pearl of Heaven, and, not to be farther am-
bitious in Titles, Cynthia: The Fame of this illu-
strious Night, among others, hath also drawn these four
fair Virgins from the Palace of their Queen Perfection,
(a Word which makes no sufficient difference 'twixt
hers and thine) to visit thy Imperial Court: For she,
their Sovereign, not finding where to dwell among
Men, before her return to Heaven, advised them whol-
ly to consecrate themselves to thy Celestial Service,
as in whose clear Spirit (the proper Element and Sphere
of Vertue) they should behold not her alone, (their
EVER-honour'd Mistriss) but themselves (more TRULY
themselves) to live inthroniz'd. Her self would have
commended them unto thy Favour more particularly,
but that she knows no Commendation is more available
with thee, than that of proper Vertue. NEVERtheless, she
will'd them to present this Crystal Mound, a Note of
Monarchy, and Symbol of Perfection, to thy more
worthy Deity; which, as here by me they most humbly
do, so amongst the Rarities thereof, that is the chief,
to shew whatsoEVER the World hath excellent, howso-
EVER remote and various. But your irradiate Judgment
will soon discover the Secrets of this little Crystal
World. Themselves (to appear more plainly) because
they know nothing more odious than false Pretexts,
have chosen to express their sEVERal Qualities thus in se-
veral Colours.
The first, in Citron Colour, is Natural Affection, which
given us to procure our Good, is sometime called Storge;
and as EVERy one is nearest to himself, so this Hand-
maid of Reason, allowable Self-love, as it is without
harm, so are none without it: Her Place in the Court
of Perfection was to quicken Minds in the pursuit of
Honour. Her Device is a Perpendicular Level, upon a
Cube or Square; the Word, Se suo Modulo; alluding
to that true Measure of ones self, which as EVERy one
ought to make, so is it most conspicuous in thy divine
Example.

The second, in Green, is Aglaia, *DELECTABLE and PLEASANT*
Conversation, whose Property is to move a kindly Delight,
and sometime not without Laughter: Her Office, to en-
tertain Assemblies, and keep Societies together with fair
Familiarity. Her Device, within a Ring of Clouds, a
Heart with Shine about it; the Word, Curarum Nubila Pello:
An Allegory of Cynthia's Light, which no less clears the
Sky than her fair Mirth the Heart.
The third, in the discolour'd Mantle spangled all over,
is Euphantaste, a well-conceited Wittiness, and employ'd in
honouring the Court with the Riches of her pure Invent-
tion. Her Device, upon a Petasus or Mercurial Hat, a Cres-
cent; the Word, Sic Laus Ingenii; inferring, that the praise
and glory of Wit doth EVER increase, as doth thy growing
Moon.
The fourth, in White, is Apheleia, a Nymph as pure and
simple as the Soul, or as an Abrase Table, and is therefore
called Simplicity; without Folds, without Pleights, with-
out Colour, without Counterfeit; and (to speak plainly)
Plainness it self. Her Device is no Device. The Word under
her Silver Shield, Omnis abest Fucus; alluding to thy spot-
less self, who art as far from Impurity as from Mortality.
My self (Celestial Goddess) more fit for the Court
of Cynthia than the Arbors of Cytheree, am call'd Ante-
ros, or Loves Enemy; the more welcome therefore to thy
Court, and the fitter to conduct this Quaternion, who as
they are thy professed Votaries, and for that cause ad-
versaries to Love, yet thee (perpetual Virgin)
they both love, and vow to love eternally.
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CERTAIN ANCIENT GREEK EPIGRAMS TRANSLATED.

Heaven's fire shall first fall darken'd from his sphere,
Grave Night the light weed of the Day shall wear,
Fresh streams shall chase the sea, tough ploughs shall tear
Her fishy bottoms, men in long date dead
Shall rise and live, before Oblivion shed
Those still-green leaves that crown great HOMER'S head.

Chapman, George, trans. (1559?-1634).
The Odysseys of Homer, vol. 1. 1857.

You first shall find the queen in court, whose name
Is *ARETE*, of parents born the same
That was the king her spouse; their pedigree
I can report. The great Earth-shaker, he
Of Periboea (that her sex out-shone,
And youngest daughter was t' Eurymedon,
Who of th' unmeasur'd-minded giants sway'd
Th' imperial sceptre, and the pride allay'd
Of men so impious with cold death, and died
Himself soon after) got the magnified
In mind, Nausithous; whom the kingdom's state
First held in supreme rule. Nausithous gat
Rhexenor, and Alcinous, now king.
Rhexenor (whose seed did no male fruit spring,
And whom the silver-bow-grac'd Phoebus slew
Young in the court) his shed blood did renew
In only *ARETE*, who now is spouse
To him that rules the kingdom in this house,
And is her uncle king Alcinous,
Who honours her past equal. She may boast
More honour of him than the honour'd most
Of any wife in earth can of her lord,
How many more soever, realms afford,
That keep house under husbands. Yet no more
Her husband honours her, than her blest store
Of gracious children. All the city cast
Eyes on her as a Goddess, and give taste
Of their affections to her in their prayers,
Still as she decks the streets; for, all affairs
Wrapt in contention, she dissolves to men.
Whom she affects, she wants no mind to deign
Goodness enough. If her heart stand inclin'd
To your dispatch, hope all you wish to find,
Your friends, your longing family, and all
That can within your most affections fall."

Patient Ulysses stood a while at gaze,
But, having all observed, made instant pace
Into the court; where all the peers he found,
And captains of Phaeacia, with cups crown'd,
Offering to sharp-eyed Hermes, to whom last
They used to sacrifice, when sleep had cast
His inclination through their thoughts. But these
Ulysses past, and forth went; nor their eyes
Took note of him, for Pallas stopp'd the light
With mists about him, that, unstay'd, he might
First to Alcinous, and *ARETE*,
Present his person; and, of both them, she,
By Pallas counsel, was to have the grace
Of foremost greeting. Therefore his embrace
He cast about her knee. And then off flew
The heavenly air that hid him. When his view,
With silence and with admiration strook
The court quite through; but thus he silence broke:

"Divine Rhexenor's offspring, *ARETE*,
To thy most honour'd husband, and to thee,
A man whom many labours have distress'd
Is come for comfort, and to every guest.
To all whom heaven vouchsafe delightsome lives,
And after to your issue that survives
A good resignment of the goods ye leave,
With all the honour that yourselves receive
Amongst your people. Only this of me
Is the ambition; that I may but see
(By your vouchsaf'd means, and betimes vouchsaf'd)
My country earth; since I have long been left
To labours, and to errors, barr'd from end,
And far from benefit of any friend."

Feast past and sacrifice, to sleep all vow
Their eyes at either's house. Ulysses now
Was left here with Alcinous, and his queen,
The all-loved *ARETE*. The handmaids then
The vessel of the banquet took away.
When *ARETE* set eye on his array;
Knew both his out and under weed, which she
Made with her maids; and mused by what means he
Obtain'd their wearing; which she made request
To know, and wings gave to these speeches: "Guest!
First let me ask, what, and from whence you are?
And then, who grac'd you with the weeds you wear?

When fair-arm'd *ARETE* her handmaids bad
A bed make in the portico, and ply
With clothes, the covering tapestry,
The blankets purple; well-napp'd waistcoats too,
To wear for more warmth. What these had to do,
They torches took and did. The bed purvey'd,
They moved Ulysses for his rest, and said:
"Come guest, your bed is fit, now frame to rest."
Motion of sleep was gracious to their guest;
Which now he took profoundly, being laid
Within a loop-hole tower, where was convey'd
The sounding portico. The king took rest
In a retired part of the house; where drest
The queen her self a bed, and trundlebed,
And by her lord reposed her reverend head.

FINIS LIBRI SEPTIMI HOM. ODYSS.

THE EIGHTH BOOK OF HOMER'S ODYSSEYS.

Then *ARETE* her maids charg'd to set on
A well-sized caldron quickly. Which was done,
Clear water pour'd in, flame made so entire,
It gilt the brass, and made the water fire.
In mean space, from her chamber brought the queen
A wealthy cabinet, where, pure and clean,
She put the garments, and the gold bestow'd
By that free state, and then the other vow'd
By her Alcinous, and said: "Now, guest,
Make close and fast your gifts, lest, when you rest
A-ship-board sweetly, in your way you meet
Some loss, that less may make your next sleep sweet."

THE ELEVENTH BOOK OF HOMER'S ODYSSEYS.

When white-arm'd *ARETE* this speech began:
"Ph=E6acians! How appears to you this man,
So goodly person'd, and so match'd with mind?
My guest he is, but all you stand combin'd
In the renown he doth us. Do not then
With careless haste dismiss him, nor the main
Of his dispatch to one so needy maim,
The Gods' free bounty gives us all just claim
To goods enow." This speech, the oldest man
Of any other Ph=E6acensian,
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Art Neuendorffer