Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
It proved, great Queen Your active Nymphs were better breathed than he, For whom we could not overtake, we tired: That done, we touched our Beagles, and so made Both hills and valleys echo to his death. He stood so long, and made us stray so far, Among the Swains and lovely Shepherdesses, That use to graze their Flocks upon these downs; The Sun must needs pass the Meridian, Ever we can reach the Lodge. The Arcadian Girls Are of no common beauty; as their habits Much grace the fields; so many of those features Mine eye by chance hath glanced on in the Chase, In mine opinion would become the Court. They say, these virgins are acute in wit, And fluent in conceit, to speak or sing; As having often drunk from the Muse's spring. See, Royal Queen, where three (not of the meanest Or least to be respected) are retired. Be not too loud, These bows will shelter us; Let's listen how they fashion their discourse, And how far short the Folds and Cottages Come of the Court or City. Nay pray prescribe. 'Tis said of all Physicians What good comes by their Physic, the Sun seas: But in their art, if they have bad success, That the earth covers. Howsoe're I suffer, You blameless are. All those that are unskilful Will flatter grief till it grow desperate. But though you know the use of Physic sweet, To taste it is unsavoury. Howsoever I an prepared. Imagine first, You never had a servant. Not so: for who can know the sweet of ease, That never was in pain? Or say she had, Think that he ne'er played false. A mere relapse, Before the first be cured, to think him faithful, Were but to enter her disease anew, To make her grief more violent. But one speak: The medicine that's proposed of contraries, Can ne'er breed peace of mind. All, solid sense.) For I perceive, those that are sound themselves, Have still more will to help, than skill to cure. Well, Mistress Doctor I'll give way to you. Think than you had a servant, and he false; For whose sake never more trust man And though some say Iove winks at Dovers Oaths, 'Tis (after) with broad eyes to punish them. Words should not credit men, but men their words: For he that breaks his promise lies to heaven; And whom Heaven hate's, who but would fear to love Most cursed 'tis to flatter and forswear; And dearth of oaths is blessed barrenness. You're sick at heart: the only help for that Is, Let your heart abhor his treachery, And him, for it. You're pained too in the head, For that here's balm made or a willow wreath. Let this charmed c●● eel but impale your brows, 'Tis present help for both.
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473 words · 634 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.787 (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)
It prov'd, great Queene Your active Nymphs were better breath'd than he, For whom we could not overtake, we tyr'd: That done, we toucht our Beagles, and ſo made Both hills and vallies eccho to his death. He ſtood ſo long, and made us ſtray ſo far, Amongſt the Swaines and lovely Shepheardeſſes, That uſe to graze their Flocks upon theſe downes; The Sun muſt needs paſſe the Meridian, E're we can reach the Lodge. The Arcadian Girles Are of no common beauty; as their habits Much grace the fields; ſo many of thoſe features Mine eye by chance hath glanc't on in the Chace, In mine opinion would become the Court. They ſay, theſe virgins are acute in wit, And fluent in conceit, to ſpeake or ſing; As having oft drunke from the Muſes ſpring. See, Royall Queene, where three (not of the meaneſt Or leaſt to be reſpected) are retyr'd. Be not too lowd, Theſe bowes will ſhelter us; Let's lſten how they faſhion their diſcourſe, And how far ſhort the Folds and Cottages Come of the Court or City. Nay pray preſcribe. 'Tis ſaid of all Phyſitians What good comes by their Phyſick, the Sun ſees: But in their art, if they have bad ſucceſſe, That the earth covers. Howſoe're I ſuffer, You blameleſſe are. All thoſe that are unskilfull Will flatter griefe 'till it grow deſperate. But though you know the uſe of Phyſick ſweet, To taſte it is unſavory. Howſoever I am prepar'd. Imagin firſt, You never had a ſervant. Not ſo: for who can know the ſweet of eaſe, That never was in paine? Or ſay ſhe had, Thinke that he ne're playd falſe. A meere relapſe, Before the firſt be cur'd, to thinke him faithfull, Were but to enter her diſeaſe anew, To make her griefe more violent. But one ſpeake: The medicine that's propos'd of contraries, Can ne're breed peace of mind. All, ſolid ſence.) For I perceive, thoſe that are ſound themſelves, Have ſtill more will to help, than skill to cure. Well, Miſtreſſe Doctor I'le give way to you. Thinke then you had a ſervant, and he falſe; For whoſe ſake never more truſt per jur'd man. And though ſome ſay Iove winks at Dovers Oathes, 'Tis (after) with broad eyes to puniſh them. Words ſhould not credit men, but men their words: For he that breaks his promiſe lies to heaven; And whom Heaven hates, who but would feare to love Moſt curſed 'tis to flatter and forſweare; And dearth of oathes is bleſſed barrenneſſe. You'r ſicke at heart: the only help for that Is, Let your heart abhorre his trecherie, And him, for it. You'r pain'd too in the head, For that here's balm made or a willow wreath. Let this charm'd c ele but impale your brows, 'Tis preſent help for both.