Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
I was thinking, why Parrasius, drawing Youth, Made Love to tickle one side with a feather, To move a smile; and with the other hand To sting it with a Scorpion. You're stung than. But I was thinking on Praxiteles, Who drawn his mistress thus: Look on her one way, She laughed upon him: Strait before, she wept: But change the side, and cast your eye adverse, And than she appeared sleeping. And so you, Fit but your fancies unto such a face, You'll ne'er complain of servant. Than it seems, My story's told aforehand. Yes, and rumoured Through all Arcadia. And none pity me? There's none so marble breasted, but doth melt To hear of your disaster. Is there one, To whom the cause of my disease is known, That can prescribe me cure for't? Without feeling Your pulse, I know the nature of your grief: You have an heat, on which a coldness waits, A pain that is endured with pleasantness, And makes those sweets you eat have bitter taste: puts eyes in your thoughts, ears in your heart: ●Twas by desire first bread, by delight nursed, And hath of late been weaned by jealousy. But how can these disgusts be remedied, Which Reason never yet could comprehend? By patience. That's a physic all prescribe, But few or none doth follow. Pray what is't? It is the best receipt that can be took Both against love and fortune (Crossed in both.) To wish the best, to think upon the worst, And all contingents brook with patience. ●s a most sovereign medicine. And moreover; What cannot be redressed with peevishness, Ought to be born with patience. Patience? the is so like to Fortitude herself, That by her sweet aspect she appears to be Her sister or her daughter. The only remedy for injuries, is By patience to forget them. And more noble It is to yield yourself in triumph to't Than to be drawn by force. You have prevailed, For I an now your Patient; and entreat you, Like skilled Physicians, study for my health. From their Doctors The sick expect more art than eloquence: And therefore what defect you found in words, Expect in our Prescriptions. I never was with pastime better pleased; So clear a morning, and such temperate air; The Sun so bright, yet sparing of his heat, Made all the toil we took (to chase the Stag) To seem no labour, but an exercise. The wily beast to shun our swift pursuit, Forsook the Plains, to take the mountain tops. Yet maugre the opposure of the Rocks And cliffs depending to molest our speed Our well-tried Nymphs, like wild Kids climbed those hills And thrilled their arrowy javelins after him: Nor left the chase, till all those golden heads Were new stained in his blood.
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Length
470 words · 622 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.661 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T3 · seed 44: T4 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I was thinking, why Parraſius, drawing Youth, Made Love to tickle one ſide with a feather, To move a ſmile; and with the other hand To ſting it with a Scorpion. You'r ſtung then. But I was thinking on Praxiteles, Who drew his miſtreſſe thus: Looke on her one way, She laught upon him: Strait before, ſhe wept: But change the ſide, and caſt your eye adverſe, And then ſhe appear'd ſleeping. And ſo you, Fit but your phanſies unto ſuch a face, You'l ne're complain of ſervant. Then it ſeems, My ſtorie's told aforehand. Yes, and rumor'd Through all Arcadia. And none pitty me? There's none ſo marble breſted, but doth melt To heare of your diſaſter. Is there one, To whom the cauſe of my diſeaſe is knowne, That can preſcribe me cure for't? Without feeling Your pulſe, I know the nature of your griefe: You have an heate, on which a coldneſſe waits, A paine that is endur'd with pleaſantneſſe, And makes thoſe ſweets you eat have bitter taſte: puts eies in your thoughts, eares in your heart: Twas by deſire firſt bred, by delight nurſt, And hath of late been wean'd by jelouſie. But how can theſe diſguſts be remedy'd, Which Reaſon never yet could comprehend? By patience. That's a phyſicke all preſcribe, But few or none doth follow. Pray what is't? It is the beſt receit that can be tooke Both againſt love and fortune (Croſt in both.) To wiſh the beſt, to thinke vpon the worſt, And all contingents brooke with patience. s a moſt ſoveraigne medicine. And moreover; What cannot be redreſt with peeviſhneſſe, Ought to bee borne with patience. Patience? he is ſo like to Fortitude herſelfe, That by her ſweet aſpect ſhe appeares to be Her ſiſter or her daughter. The onely remedy for injuries, is By patience to forget them. And more noble It is to yeeld your ſelfe in triumph to't Then to be drawne by force. You have prevaild, For I am now your Patient; and intreat you, Like skild Phiſitians, ſtudy for my health. From their Doctors The ſick expect more art then eloquence: And therefore what defect you find in words, Expect in our Preſcriptions. I never was with paſtime better pleas'd; So cleare a morning, and ſuch temperate ayre; The Sun ſo bright, yet ſparing of his heat, Made all the toyle we tooke (to chace the Stag) To ſeeme no labour, but an exerciſe. The wily beaſt to ſhun our ſwift purſute, Forſooke the Plaines, to take the mountaine tops. Yet maugre the oppoſure of the Rocks And clifts depending to moleſt our ſpeed Our well-tride Nymphs, like wild Kids clim'd thoſe hils And thrild their arrowie Iavelins after him: Nor left the chace, till all thoſe golden heads Were new ſtain'd in his blood.