Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
You make me blush. These blush's none shall see; Behold these mists, to curtain us and thee. Well, when what most you sue for, you have wone, My comfort is, I see not what is done, And Io now I'll teach thee sports untried, In darkness best a Virgins blush to hid. Not in the heavens? where than? In vain it were To search the seas; the blue veined Nor●ae, And green haired Dorid with all their brats, Styled by the names of water goddesses, (Though Prostitutes to Neptune)' 'mongst them all Yield not a face to please his curious eye. Where than? The earth? I that, if any place, Yields choice of tempting Beauties: Argos bread A golden Danaë, Thebes afforded an Alcmene and a wanton Semele; Pelagia, a Calisto; Sparta nursed A swanlike Leda, (Strumpets) of all which I sought a sure, but found a vain revenge. Why may not than Thessalian Tempe yield Like fascination, since their impudence Is more and more encouraged by my wrongs: Here than I make inquiry. The day's clear; Whence come these foggy mists that choke the air, In so serene and bright an hemisphere? Aut ego fall●r, aut ego ledar. If from the earth, this sudden overcast Would smell of thick and suffocating damps: If from the air, or any sulphurous fire, It would be found by their callidity. If from the Rivers, or these moorish fens, Humidity would tell us whence they were. Not, these are forced, and by some godlike power, Created for a more peculiaruse: And now my jealousy most truly prompts me. 'Tis some illusion, made to blind mine eyes From a new injury; which if I find, On this one Strumpet I will study more, Than all that have my vengeance scaped before. The clamorous Queen's descended from the Spheres, To find the cause of this illusive Fog: But Io I have so transhaped thee now, That she by no means can discover thee; And in that confidence I'll front her boldly. Jove hear? my jealousies are than not vain, Howe're I'll give him gentle entertain, Concealing what's within. My lovely Iuno? My Brother and my Husband Iupiter? What make you here on earth? What other reason, But that I missed my sovereign Lord in heaven; And than I yoked my Peacocks, to their bills Tied silken bridles, and in my light chariot Made of fine gold, and decked with Ostrich plumes, Descended as you see. But what affair Might Iuno be so bold to ask her Lord) Detains you now in Tempe? Though it fits not Your Sex to ask a thing that ill beseems, Or pry into the counsels of the gods; Yet thus much I'll resolve you? I came down To censure here some causes among men, And set things crooked upright.
seed 43: T28 · seed 44: T22 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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You make me bluſh. Theſe bluſhes none ſhall ſee; Behold theſe miſts, to curtain us and thee. Well, when what moſt you ſue for, you have won, My comfort is, I ſee not what is done, And Io now I'le teach thee ſports untry'de, In darkneſſe beſt a Virgins bluſh to hide. Not in the heav'ns? where then? In vain it were To ſearch the ſeas; the blew vein'd Norae, And green hair'd Dorides with all their brats, Styl'd by the names of water goddeſſes, (Though Proſtitutes to Neptune) 'mongſt them all Yeeld not a face to pleaſe his curious eye. Where then? The earth? I that, if any place, Yeelds choice of tempting Beauties: Argos bred A golden Danaë, Thebes afforded an Alcmena and a wanton Semele; Pelagia, a Caliſto; Sparta nurſt A ſwan-like Laeda, (Strumpets) of all which I ſought a ſure, but found a vain revenge. Why may not then Theſſalian Tempe yeeld Like faſcination, ſince their impudence Is more and more encourag'd by my wrongs: Here then I make inquiry. The day's cleare; Whence come theſe foggy myſts that choke the aire, In ſo ſerene and bright an hemiſphere? Aut ego fallr, aut ego ledar. If from the earth, this ſudden overcaſt Would ſmell of thicke and ſuffocating damps: If from the aire, or any ſulph'rous fire, It would be found by their caliditie. If from the Rivers, or theſe mooriſh fennes, Humiditie would tell vs whence they were. No, theſe are forc'd, and by ſome god-like power, Created for a more peculiaruſe: And now my jealouſie moſt truly prompts me. 'Tis ſome illuſion, made to blinde myne eies From a new injury; which if I finde, On this one Strumpet I will ſtudy more, Than all that have my vengeance ſcap'd before. The clamorous Queen's deſcended from the Spheres, To finde the cauſe of this illuſive Fog: But Io I have ſo tranſhap'd thee now, That ſhe by no means can diſcover thee; And in that confidence I'le front her boldly. Jove heare? my jelouſies are then not vain, Howe're I'le give him gentle entertaine, Concealing what's within. My lovely Iuno? My Brother and my Husband Iupiter? What make you here on earth? What other reaſon, But that I miſt my ſoveraign Lord in heaven; And then I yoakt my Peacocks, to their bills Ty'd ſilken bridles, and in my light chariot Made of fine gold, and deckt with Eſtrich plumes, Deſcended as you ſee. But what affaire Might Iuno be ſo bold to aske her Lord) Detaines you now in Tempe? Though it fits not Your Sex to aske a thing that ill beſeemes, Or pry into the counſels of the gods; Yet thus much I'le reſolve you? I came downe To cenſure here ſome cauſes amongſt men, And ſet things crooked upright.