Court Odes: Rise, thou best and brightest morning
 Selected item (#2114) = Rise, thou best and brightest morning
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incipit (first line(s), normalized): Rise, thou best and brightest morning
version (if more than one exists): Printed poem 1652; used for ode 1666 - 1672
the item's genre (general): ode
the item's genre (specific): New Year’s Day
the institution/place or purpose 
for which the work was first destined:		 English court
the work's year (or focal date, if known): 1670 - 1672
author of the text: Richard Crashaw
composer of the music: Henry Cooke
Data-note concerning sources (EMM, Fri Apr 8 12:05:30 2022, updated Wed May 18 14:38:31 2022):

See file Rise_thou_best_Chorus_Let_them_make_poore.pdf
Number of texts stored: 2  
  • Selected text (below): #263 / Source: GB-Bu 5001, ff. 11-14 / version: Music manuscript (Henry Cooke autograph)
  • Text #262 / Source: Richard Crashaw, Carmen Deo Nostro, Te Decet Hymnus Sacred Poems ... (London: Peter Targa ..., 1652), pp. 17-18 / version: Printed poem 1652
 Selected text (#263) / Source: GB-Bu 5001, ff. 11-14  
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source for this text
(short title, or library & shelfmark):		 GB-Bu 5001
location in the source?
(i.e. which vol., pp. or fols):		 ff. 11-14
type of source: MS, music and words
the source online (if available):
modern edition of this text:
special title (if any):
version (if more than one exists): Music manuscript (Henry Cooke autograph)
about this transcription: Transcribed by Estelle Murphy, April 2022. Line-initial capitalisation editorial.
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Rise thou best and brightest morning
Rosye wth a double Red
wth thine owne Blush, thy cheeks adorning
And ye dear drops this day were shed

All ye purple pride yt laces
Ye crimson curtains of thy bed
Gildes thee not with soe sweet graces
Nor sets thee in soe rich a Red.

Of all ye faire cheekt flowrs yt fill thee
None soe faire thy bosome st[rowes]
As yt modest maiden Lillye
Our syns have sham’d into a Rose

Bid thy golden god ye sun
Burnisht in h[is] best beames Rise
put all his Red Ey’d Rubies on;
these Rubies shall put out their Eies

Let them make poore ye purple East
Search what ye worlds Close Cabinets Keepe
Rob ye Rich birth of each Bright nest
yt flaming in their faire beds sleepe.

Let him Imbrace his owne bright tresses
Wth a new morning made [of gems]
And weare in those his wealthy dresses
Another day of diadems

When hee hath done all hee may
To make him selfe Rich in his Rise,
All will bee darknesse to yt day
yt breaks from on of these bright Eies

And soone and soone this sweet truth shall appeare
Deare babe ere manye days bee done
ye moon shall come, and meet thee Heer
And leave Her owne Her owne neglected Sun

Heare are beauties shall bereave him
Of all his Easterne paramours
His Persian Lovers all shall leave him
And swear faith to thy Sweeter powrs;

Nor while they leave him shall they loose ye Sun
But in thy fairest Eies [,] but in thy fairest Eies fynd two for one
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