Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
HEre, Daphne, by your father Peneus streams (which falling from the top of Pindus' mount, Waters Hemonian Tempe) let us sit, All daughters to the Rivers flowing near: There old Apidanus steals (murmuring) by; Next, Poplar-shadowed Enipeus glides: Not far, Amphrisus, Aeas, and' 'mongst these, (Not lest) my father, good old Inachus Lists up his reverend head, with fresh flowers crowned, Prescribing laws and limits to his streams, To bond them in their channels, kerb their torrent, Jest in their pride they should o'reswell their banks; Commanding them, through thousand strange indents To pay his plenteous tribute to the seas. And how much are we bond unto the gods, (Fair Io) to be Nymphs, not generated From marish Meres, nor yet from standing Lakes, From sedgy brooks, thick pools, or shallow fords, Nor yet from violent and robustuous seas. Their waters keep a smooth and gentle course, Not moved to fury by the warring winds; Nor when loud fluxes fall to swell their bounds, And make deep inundations on the meads: Nor can the parching drought so dry their springs, But that their channels keep a temperature: Their modest shallows serve us for cool baths In summer time to play and wanton in: Their depths, to bate our hooks with worms and fly's Fastened to lines made of small twisted silk, And so betray the creatures of the flood. Their crystal waves are Mirrors, in the which We dress our heads, and put these curls in form, Sometimes so cunningly, as if that Art Had power to exceed Nature: and again, With careless, but so curious a neglect, As if mere Chance did antecede them both. This makes us of the Satyrs so admired, And of the Fauns and Swains so much beloved. Why, have you Suitors, Daphne? Besides such, For these my father, by whose will I an swayed) Accounts as mean) of Gallants I have change; ●oth City and the Court. But I may claim Priority above all water Nymphs, Nor can the Naiads compare with me; Not, Daphne, not yourself. The rural Swains, they gather from these banks mellifluous flowers, ●nd make you chaplets to adorn your brows, ●nd shadow your choice beauty from the Sun, ●ay think them costly Presents: but I'm one To whom the gods themselves have offered gifts. Than before all the daughters of these floods claim a just precedence. By what dream, ●r rather by what brainsick fantasy ●ath Io been deluded? My apprehensions ●●e no weak phantoms to beguile the sense, ●●t real, and in action; with their form ●hey bear a being substance. Hath your Beauty ●●d among men such long and strange neglect, ●●at Io would to colour such disgrace, accuse the gods of weakness? Let earth's Beauties censure of Earth, mere terren as yours be, d aime no further: the while this of myne ●●all be new questioned by the Powers Divine.
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HEre, Daphne, by your father Peneus ſtreams (which falling from the top of Pindus mount, Waters Hemonian Tempe) let us ſit, All daughters to the Rivers flowing neere: There old Apidanus ſteales (murmuring) by; Next, Poplar-ſhadowed Enipeus glides: Not far, Amphriſus, Aeas, and 'mongſt theſe, (Not leaſt) my father, good old Inachus Lifts up his reverend head, with freſh floures crown'd, Preſcribing lawes and limits to his ſtreams, To bound them in their channels, curb their torrent, Leſt in their pride they ſhould o'reſwell their banks; Commanding them, through thouſand ſtrange indents To pay his plenteous tribute to the ſeas. And how much are we bound vnto the gods, (Faire Io) to be Nymphs, not generated From mariſh Meares, nor yet from ſtanding Lakes, From ſedgy brooks, thick pooles, or ſhallow foords, Nor yet from violent and robuſtuous ſeas. Their waters keep a ſmooth and gentle courſe, Not mov'd to fury by the warring windes; Nor when loud fluxes fall to ſwell their bounds, And make deep inundations on the meads: Nor can the parching drought ſo dry their ſprings, But that their channels keep a temperature: Their modeſt ſhallowes ſerve us for coole baths In ſummer time to play and wanton in: Their depths, to bate our hookes with wormes and flies Faſtned to lines made of ſmall twiſted ſilke, And ſo betray the creatures of the floud. Their chryſtall waves are Myrrhors, in the which We dreſſe our heads, and put theſe curles in forme, Sometimes ſo cunningly, as if that Art Had power to exceed Nature: and againe, With careleſſe, but ſo curious a neglect, As if meere Chance did antecede them both. This makes us of the Satyrs ſo admir'd, And of the Faunes and Swaines ſo much belov'd. Why, have you Sutors, Daphne? Beſides ſuch, For theſe my father, by whoſe will I am ſwayd) Accounts as mean) of Gallants I have change; oth City and the Court. But I may claim Prioritie above all water Nymphs, Nor can the Naiades compare with me; No, Daphne, not your ſelfe. The rurall Swaines, hey gather from theſe banks mellifluous floures, nd make you chaplets to adorn your browes, nd ſhadow your choice beauty from the Sun, ay thinke them coſtly Preſents: but I'am one To whom the gods themſelves have offred gifts. Then before all the daughters of theſe flouds claim a juſt precedence. By what dream, r rather by what brain-ſicke fantaſie ath Io been deluded? My apprehenſions e no weake fantoms to beguile the ſence, t reall, and in action; with their form hey beare a being ſubſtance. Hath your Beauty d amongſt men ſuch long and ſtrange neglect, at Io would to colour ſuch diſgrace, ccuſe the gods of weakneſſe? Let earths Beauties enſure of Earth, meere terren as yours be, d aime no further: the while this of myne all be new queſtion'd by the Powers Divine.