%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> Celia's Triumph, Or, Venus Dethron'd. / The Gods forsake their Venus quite, / And make fair Celia their Delight; / Who now they have Enthron'd above, / And made her Queen of Us, and Love. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1678-1678 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 06/25/2014 33476

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R18250 1 Let the Critticks adore, as it is Sung at the Play-house. Let the Critics Adore Let the Critics adore, as it is Sung at the Play-house. LEt the Critticks adore, / Their Old Venus no more, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 763 Celia's Triumph, Or, Venus Dethron'd. / The Gods forsake their Venus quite, / And make fair Celia their Delight; / Who now they have Enthron'd above, / And made her Queen of Us, and Love. Celia’s Triumph, Or, Venus Dethron’d. The Gods forsake their Venus quite, And make fair Celia their Delight; Who now they have Enthron’d above, And made her Queen of Us, and Love. To a new Tune of, Let the Critticks adore, as it is Sung at the Play-house. Celia's Triumph, Or, Venus Dethroned. The Gods forsake their Venus quite, And make fair Celia their Delight; Who now they have Enthroned above, And made her Queen of Us, and Love. 1678-1678 P. Brooksby

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LEt the Critticks adore, Their Old Venus no more, She's a Gypsie, Silly Mortals ne'r think, That the Goddess will Drink and be Tipsie. None but Vulcan can abide her, she's grown so Black of late, In his Cole-hole he does hide her, to secure her from fate: All the Gods are stark mad, for a Venus more fair, And swear they'd be glad, that my Celia were there.
For her beauty transcends, What fortune commends, I there Dowdy, All the Sphears took their light, From her Lustre more bright, that were Cloudy. At which transformation, the Gods they stood mute, Like Stocks in their Station, none dareing Dispute, The force of her eyes which so wholly had gain'd From sad Venus the prize, which Celia obtain'd.
Boast no more in Dull Rhimes, Brisk Lads of the times, that your Misses Whom you onely can prize, 'Cause by hopes you may rise to dry Kisses. For their High-flown desires, could never attain To what Phillis aspires, for Celia shall raign: And since Venus submitted to her prevalent charms, And her Soveraignity quitted, she slights your allarms.
Let no new Upstart then Pretend to cross men with false flashes, And with pantings presume, Which the Mercuries consume into ashes. But Submit and admire, what in Celia is found, And blushing retire to leave Celia Crown'd: Let their Gallants run mad, for meer spight to behold, What made Phillis so sad, and Venus so cold. Let the Poets lay down Their long Usurped Crown, and present it Her the Muses have had, In their beauties been clad, and had lent it. But for Celia's great Glory, to dispose it where she Might in Fortunes Story, the chief wonder be: In adoring her beauty, I to happiness rise, And pay amorous Duty to Celia's Eyes.
To their forces I gave Myself a willing slave, and am freer Then a Monarch in 's Throne, Who calls Europe his own, shou'd he see her. For her Charms, like Medea's, would Eclipse his great state, Had he bounds, as the Sea has, he must yield to his Fate, And adore my bright Star, by whose influence I move, Like the Great God of War, in the Orb of her Love. Where I seated shall Raign, And still happy remain, since she gave me In return of my pain, What the Gods could not gain, and did save me. From a desperate fate, which her scorn would invite, And have put a full date to my joy and delight: But since she prefers me to the Gods, by whose pain, I shall freed from all fears be, and Celia obtain.
Printed for P. Brooksby at the Hospital-gate, in West-smithfield.