Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Thou sayst true, very true. (stones But what think you of the Sun? Indeed he is beholding to Nature for a better matter: he is made of bright burnished gold. If the Sun be gold, I will the sooner believe Sehnus, that there are a people which see him not in half an year; I know some who see not Gold once in twelve Months. But what is the Moon Sir? Why she is but silver. I think scarce that Sir. Sure that metal is not of her Nature; it is often at the wane, but never at the full in my purse. The Stars begotten betwixt these two, are some bright Angels; others Sovereigns, some round shillings, some but silver groats. They are happy, whose Nativity these stars favour. Iupiter, when he came to Danae, descended in a Cloak bespangled with these falling Stars. But how came you to learn all this? Who I? I have often walked through all the Regions of Heaven. I believe you have been with Menippus, as far as the Moon: your talk favours of Lunacy. I tell thee, I have been farther than ever the wit of man could reach. I have paced the uttermost extreme outside of the Primum mobile, from whence, many thousand miles below me, I beheld great Iupiter, and all the minor gods. A most strange Traveller; I fear you will come anon to the greatest depth in Hell: 'tis time for me to leave you. I have been there already many a time, Where never Hercules, nor Theseus durst approach: Over Avernus, that most loathsome Lake, Which never Bird as yet presumed to pass, I with my Goose-quill wings have made a slight. The dark, light, burning, black fiery flames of cold Phlegeton With undazzled eyes I have oft gazed upon. Come good my Lord, you must needs return with me. Bid Charon stay my leisure, I'll see first whether it be the same with the Elemental fire, then I'll come. I came not sir from Charon, neither am I going to him. Who, Reduction? I would thou wert; what wouldst thou with me? Fie my Lord, you will be always in these mad moods, pray will you go with me? O Heraclitus, well didst thou say, the dry Air was the best soul: for had we not need to melt away into tears, to see the misery of wretched men. (will. Nay weep not good my Lord, you shall have what you Shall I? so then I will pull out both mine eyes like Democritus, that I may look thoroughly upon the follies of these times, and laugh my full at them. So you were best Sir; but now pray come with me. I come, I come, I come sir.
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Thou say'st true, very true. (stones But what thinke you of the Sunne? Indeede hee is beholding to Nature for a better matter: he is made of bright burnish'd gold. If the Sunne be gold, I will the sooner beleeve Sehnus, that there are a people which see him not in halfe an yeare; I know some who see not Gold once in twelve Moneths. But what is the Moone Sir? Why shee is but silver. I thinke scarce that Sir. Sure that mettall is not of her Nature; it is often at the waine, but never at the full in my purse. The Starres begotten betwixt these two, are some bright Angels; others Soveraignes, some round shillings, some but silver groats. They are happy, whose Nativity these stars favour. Iupiter, when he came to Danae, descended in a Cloak bespangled with these falling Starres. But how came you to learne all this? Who I? I have often walked through all the Regions of Heaven. I beleeve you have beene with Menippus, as farre as the Moone: your talke favours of Lunacy. I tell thee, I have beene farther then ever the man could reach. I have pac'd the uttermost extreame outside of the Primum mobile, from whence, many thousand miles below me, I beheld great Iupiter, and all the minor gods. A most strange Traveller; I feare you will come anon to the greatest depth in Hell: 'tis time for me to leave you. I have beene there already many a time, Where never Hercules, nor Theseus durst approach: Over Avernus, that most loathsome Lake, Which never Bird as yet presum'd to passe, I with my Goose-quill wings have made a slight. The darke, light, burning, black fiery flames of cold Phlegeton With undazel'd eyes I have oft gaz'd upon. Come good my Lord, you must needs returne with me. Bid Charon stay my leasure, Ile see first whether it be the same with the Flementall fire, then I'le come. I came not sir from Charon, neither am I going to him. Who, Reduction? I would thou wert; what wouldst thou with me? Fie my Lord, you will be alwaies in these mad moods, pray will you goe with me? O Heraclytus, well didst thou say, the dry Ayre was the best soule: for had we not need to melt away into teares, to see the misery of wretched men. (will. Nay weepe not good my Lord, you shal have what you Shall I? so then I will pull out both mine eyes like Democritus, that I may looke thoroughly upon the follies of these times, and laugh my full at them. So you were best Sir; but now pray come with me. I come, I come, I come sir.