Cowley, Abraham · published 1638 · first performed or written 1633 [c.1633-1636] (Annals) pastoral T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.84 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
What shall we do? I have a sister dwells Close by this place, let's haste to bring them thither. But let's be sudden. As winged lightning is. Come Bellula in spite of Fortune now I do embrace thee. I did protest without my Callidora ne'er to return, but pity hath o'ercome. Where am I? Where I could always wish thee: in those arms Which would enfold thee with more subtle knots, Then amorous Ivy, whilst it hugs the oak. Where do ye bear me? is Philistus well? How should he know my name? 'tis to me a riddle Nay Shepherd find another time to court in, Make haste now with your burden. With what ease should I go always were I burdened thus! She told me she was sister to Philistus, Who having missed the beauteous Callidora, Hath undertook a long, and hopeless journey To find her out; then Callidora's fled, Without her parent's knowledge, and who knows When she'll return, or if she do, what then? Lamb's will make peace, and join themselves with wolves Ere she with me, worse than a wolf to her: Besides, how durst I undertake to court her? How dare I look upon her after this? Fool as I am, I will forget her quite, And Clariana shall henceforth— but yet How fair she was! what then? so's Clariana; What graces did she dart on all beholders? she did; but so does Clariana too, She was as pure and white as Parian marble, What then? she was as hard too; Clariana Is pure and white as Ericina's Doves, And is as soft, as gall-less too as they, Her pity saved my life, and did restore My wandering senses, if I should not love her, I were far madder now, then when she found me, I will go in and render up myself, For her most faithful servant. Wonderful! She has locked me in, and keeps me here her prisoner. In these two chambers; what can she intend? No matter, she intends no hurt I'm sure, I'll patiently expect her coming to me. My Daughter found again, and son returned! Ha, ha! methinks it makes me young again. My Daughter and my Son meet here together! Philistus with them too! that we should come To grieve with Clariana, and find her here. Nay, when we thought we had lost Florellus too To find them both, methinks it makes me young again. I thought I never should have seen thee more My Callidora; come wench, now let's hear, The story of your flight and life in the woods. Do happy Mistress for the recordation, Of fore past ills, makes us the sweetlier relish Our present good. Of Aphron's love to me, and my antipathy Towards him, there's none here ignorant, you know too. How guarded with his love, or rather fury, And some few men he broke into our house With resolution to make me the prey Of his wild lust.
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Length
495 words · 662 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.837 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T15 · seed 44: T12 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
What shall we doe? I have a sister dwells Close by this place, let's hast to bring them thither. But lets be sudden. As wing'd lightning is. Come Bellula in spite of Fortune now I doe embrace thee. I did protest without my Callidora Ne're to returne, but pitty hath o'recome. Where am I? Where I could alwayes wish thee: in those armes Which would enfold thee with more subtill knots, Then amorous Ivy, whilst it hugges the oake. Where doe ye beare me? is Philistus well? How should he know my name? 'tis to me a riddle Nay Shepheard find another time to court in, Make hast now with your burthen. With what ease should I goe alwaies were I burthened thus! She told me she was sister to Philistus ▪ Who having mist the beauteous Callidora, Hath undertooke a long, and hopelesse journey To find her out; then Callidora's fled, Without her parents knowledge, and who knowes When shee'le returne, or if she doe, what then? Lambes will make peace, and joyne themselves with wolves Ere she with me, worse then a wolfe to her: Besides, how durst I undertake to court her? How dare I looke upon her after this? Foole as I am, I will forget her quite, And Clariana shall hence-forth— but yet How faire she was! what then? so's Clariana ▪ What graces did she dart on all beholders? Shee did; but so does Clariana too, Shee was as pure and white as Parian marble, What then? Shee was as hard too; Clariana Is pure and white as Ericina's Doves, And is as soft, as gallesse too as they, Her pitty sav'd my life, and did restore My wandring senses, if I should not love her, I were farre madder now, then when she found me, I will goe in and render up my selfe, For her most faithfull servant. Wonderfull! Shee has lockt me in, and keepes me here her prisoner. In these two chambers; what can she intend? No matter, she intends no hurt I'me sure, I'le patiently expect her comming to me. My Daughter found againe, and son returnd! Ha, ha! me thinkes it makes me young againe. My Daughter and my Son meet here together! Philistus with them too! that we should come To grieve with Clariana, and find her here. Nay, when we thought we had lost Florellus too To find them both, me thinkes it makes me young againe. I thought I never should have seene thee more My Callidora; come wench, now let's heare, The story of your flight and life in the woods. Doe happy Mistris for the recordation, Of fore past ils, makes us the sweetlier rellish Our present good. Of Aphrons love to me, and my antipathy Towards him, there's none here ignorant, you know too. How guarded with his love, or rather fury, And some few men he broke into our house With resolution to make me the prey Of his wild Iust.