FAME

Give ear, the worthy, hear what Time proclaims. More then you understand, my hight Inquisitors. Is it not so? I come from Saturn. You are near the right. Indeed, he' is Time it self, and his name KRONOS. The Time hath sent me with my trump to summon All sorts of persons worthy, to the view Of some great spectacle he means, to night, To exhibit, and with all solemnity. Not so lavish. Who's this? Away I know thee not, wretched Impostor, Creature of glory, Mountebanke of wit, Self-loving Braggart, Fame does found no trumpet To such vain, empty fools: It's infamy Thou servest, and followest, scorn of all the Muses, Go revel with thine ignorant admirers, Let worthy names alone. How now! what's here? Is hell broke lose? The next? What are this pair? Yes. What a confederacy of Folly is here. I envy not the in non-Latin alphabet . It'll prove but deifying of a pompion. You might imagine so, I never promised it. A comely licence. They that censure those They ought to reverence, meet they that old curse, To beg their bred, and feel eternal winter. Ther's difference betwixt liberty, and licence. Any thing. Agree among your selves, And what it is youled have, I'll answer you. These are mere Monsters. You do abuse the Time, these are fit freedoms For lawless prentices, on a Shrouetuesday, When they compel the Time to serve their riot: For drunken Wakes, and strutting Beare-baytings, That savour only of their own abuses. I'll fit you, though the Time faintly permit it. Why now they are kindly used, Like such Spectators, That know not what they would have. Commonly, The Curious are ill natured, and Like flies, Seek Times corrupted partly to blow upon: But may the found ones live with fame, and honour, Free from the molestation of these Insects, Who being fled, Fame now pursues her errand. For you, great King, to whom the Time does owe All his respects, and reverence, behold How Saturn, urged at request of Love, Prepares the object to the place to night. Within yoned darkness, Venus both found out That Hecate (as she is Queen of shades) Keeps certain glories of the Time obscured, There, for her self alone to gaze upon, As she did once the fair Endymion. These, Time hath promised at Loves suit to free, As being fitter to adorn the age, By you restored on earth, most Like his own: And fill this world of beauty here, your Court. To which his bounty, see, how men prepare To fit their votes below, and thronging come With longing passion to enjoy the effect! Hark, it is Love begins to Time. Expect.