Cowley, Abraham · published 1638 · first performed or written 1633 [c.1633-1636] (Annals) pastoral unassigned nearest T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
The Gods convert these omens into good: And mock my fears; thrice in the very threshold, Without its Masters leave my foot stood still, Thrice in the way it stumbled: Thrice, and thrice You were a fool then for observing it. Why these are follies the young years of Truga Did hardly know; are they not vanished yet? Blame not my fear: that's Cupid's Usher always; Though Hylace were now in my embraces, I should half doubt it. If you chanced to stumble. Let him enjoy his madness, the same liberty he'll grant to you, when you're a Lover too. ay, when I am, he may; yet if I were one I should not be dismayed because threshold— Alas! that was not all, as I came by The oak to Faunus sacred, where the shepherds Exercise rural sports on Festivals, On that trees top an inauspicious Crow Foretold some ill to happen. And because Crows Foretell wet weather, you interpret it The rain of your own eyes; but leave these tricks And let me advise you. Well come, no matter for that; I do believe thee; Girl And would they have such sport with vexing me! But's no matter for that; I'll vex them for't. I know your fiery lover will be here straight, But I shall cool him; but come, no matter for that! Go get you in, for I do see them coming. Here comes Melarnus. He looks cheerfully, I hope all's well? Melarnus, opportunely: we were a coming Just now unto you. Yes, very likely; would you have spoken with me? Spoken with you? Why, are you mad? have you forgot your promise? My promise? oh! 'tis true, I said indeed I would go with you today to sell some kine, Stay but a little, I'll be ready straight. I am amazed; Good Aegon speak to him. By this good light, I see no likelihood of any marriage, Except betwixt the Kine and oxen. Hark you hither; A rot upon your beasts; is Hylace ready? It's no matter for that! who's there? Alupis? Give me thy hand 'faith, thou'rt a merry fellow, I have not seen thee here these many days, But now I think on't, it's no matter for that neither. Thy memory's fled away sure with thy wit. Was not I here less than an hour ago With Aegon, when you made the match? Oh! then you'll go along with us, Faith do; for you will make us very merry. I shall, if you thus make a fool of me. Oh no! you'll make you sport with vexing me, But mum; no matter for that neither: there I bobbed him privately, I think. Come, what's the business? The business? why he's mad, beyond the cure Of all the herbs grow in Anticyra. You see we have not failed our word Melarnus, I and my son are come. Your son! goodlack! I thought, I swear, you had no other child Besides your Daughter Bellula.
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The Gods convert these omens into good: And mocke my feares; thrice in the very threshold, Without its Masters leave my foot stood still, Thrice in the way it stumbled: Thrice, and thrice You were a foole then for observing it. Why these are follyes the young yeares of Truga Did hardly know; are they not vanisht yet? Blame not my feare: that's Cupids Vsher alwayes; Though Hylace were now in my embraces, I should halfe doubt it. If you chanc'd to stumble. Let him enjoy his madnesse, the same liberty hee'le grant to you, when you're a Lover too. I, when I am, he may; yet if I were one I should not be dismay'd because threshold— Alas! that was not all, as I came by The oake to Faunus sacred, where the shepheards Exercise rurall sports on Festivalls, On that trees toppe an inauspicious Crow Foretold some ill to happen. And because Crowes Foretell wet weather, you interpret it The raine of your owne eyes; but leave these tricks And let me advise you. Well come, no matter for that; I doe beleeve thee; Girle And would they have such sport with vexing me! But's no matter for that; Ile vex them for't. I know your fiery lover will be here strait, But I shall coole him; but come, no matter for that! Goe get you in, for I doe see them comming. Here comes Melarnus. Hee lookes cheerefully, I hope all's well? Melarnus, opportunely: we were a comming Just now unto you. Yes, very likely; would you have spoken with me? Spoken with you? Why, are you madde? have you forgot your promise? My promise? oh! 'tis true, I said indeed I would goe with you to day to sell some kine, Stay but a little, Ile be ready streight. I am amaz'd; Good Aegon speake to him. By this good light, I see no likelyhood of any mariage, Except betwixt the Kine and oxen. Harke you hither; A rotte upon your beasts; is Hylace ready? It's no matter for that! who's there? Alupis? Give me thy hand 'faith, thou'rt a merry fellow, I have not seene thee here these many dayes, But now I thinke on't, it's no matter for that neither. Thy memory's fled away sure with thy wit. Was not I here lesse then an houre agoe With Aegon, when you made the match? Oh! then you'le goe along with us, Faith doe; for you will make us very merry. I shall, if you thus make a foole of me. Oh no! you'le make you sport with vexing me, But mum; no matter for that neither: there I bob'd him privatly, I thinke. Come, what's the businesse? The businesse? why hee's madde, beyond the cure Of all the herbes grow in Anticyra. You see we have not fayl'd our word Melarnus, I and my sonne are come. Your son! goodlack! I thought, I sweare, you had no other child Besides your Daughter Bellula.