Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Is the body go than? Or else my eyes do fail me as an▪ abject not worth their help. Thy crime requires contrition; to that end, Thou shalt with me. Thy days to come shalt spend In holy uses; I'll prepare for thee, In the best form I can, each property Belonging to a pensive man You must Forget all youthful pleasures, think on dust, And penitence the only means to bring Thy soul to rest after this wandering. Will you with me? To death, or otherwise, since Florida is dead. stay my darling, do not fly, This place is private, here's none nigh. Fear not Wench, I'll do no harm, But embrace thee in my arm; Cull and kiss, and do the thing Shepherds do at wrestling, O help, if any Shepherds, near, Hear my laments. Yet creature, do not fear: But if you with coy disdain, Do think to leave me in my flame, I'll force those golden locks of thy To lie beneath these feet of mine; Than yield and here enjoy such sweet As with our embraces meet. O hapless Maid, no aid will come. Fear not Virgin; here is some Nature's monster; Villain, why Does thy flame now burn so high? Will no other serve thy turn To quench the heats that in thee burn, But so fair a soul as she? Villain hence, or else I'll be Thy Butcher. Kind Youth, to whom an I Bond for this fair courtesy? First unto Heaven fair Creature; next to me A poor unworthy Shepherd. May your Sweetest whom you love, Ever constant to you prove. Be she brighter than the Sun, Pleasing as our day at noon; Fresher than the morning dew: Sweeter than a new killed Ewe; Like Aurora decked with flowers, Or the welcome April showers. May she love you, and you be The mirror for true Constancy; Go gentle Youth, and this day prosperous be Among our Swains in your Activity. A thousand thanks reward you Pan be my guide, and thou fair Gloriana, Whose beauty has incindered my poor heart Almost to nothing this day; thou shalt find Thou hast a power above our human kind. Bright sun, why dost thou shine on me? Is it to mock me? keep thy light; for I Had rather live in darkness, and so dye. Or dost thou show thy lustre in disdain, Because I have so often with speech profane Blasphemed against thy goodness, And in praise Of a poor earthly creature spent my days? Dost thou yet smile? forgive me, and I'll be Not more her servant, but will honour thee. Keep thou thy brightness Phoebus, and this day From all our Swains I'll bring the prize away. Fairest, this day, be pleased to smile on me, And let those hidden favours yet unshown, Flow in abundance, that Swains may see None ever can conquer me, but you alone. My favours friend is past, and you have tasted So much of my poor bounty, that it's wasted.
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Is the body gone then? Or else my eyes doe faile me as an▪ abject not worth their help. Thy crime requires contrition; to that end, Thou shalt with me. Thy dayes to come shalt spend In holy uses; I'le prepare for thee, In the best forme I can, each property Belonging to a pensive man. You must Forget all youthfull pleasures, think on dust, And penitence the onely meanes to bring Thy soule to rest after this wandering. Will you with me? To death, or otherwise, since Florida is dead. tay my darling, doe not flye, This place is private, here's none nigh. Feare not Wench, I'le doe no harme, But embrace thee in my arme; Cull and kisse, and doe the thing Shepheards doe at wrasteling, Oh help, if any Shepheards, neere, Heare my laments. Yet creature, doe not feare: But if you with coy disdaine, Doe think to leave me in my flame, I'le force those golden locks of thine To lye beneath these feet of mine; Then yeeld and here enjoy such sweet As with our embraces meet. Oh haplesse Maid, no ayde will come. Feare not Virgin; here is some Natures monster; Villaine, why Does thy flame now burne so high? Will no other serve thy turne To quench the heats that in thee burne, But so faire a soule as shee? Villaine hence, or else I'le bee Thy Butcher. Kinde Youth, to whom am I Bound for this faire courtesie? First unto Heaven faire Creature; next to me A poore unworthy Shepheard. May your Sweetest whom you love, Ever constant to you prove. Be shee brighter than the Sunne, Pleasing as our day at noone; Fresher than the morning dew: Sweeter than a new kill'd Ewe; Like Aurora deckt with flowers, Or the welcome Aprill showers. May shee love you, and you be The mirrour for true Constancie; Goe gentle Youth, and this day prosperous be Amongst our Swaines in your Activity. A thousand thanks reward you Pan be my guide, and thou faire Gloriana, Whose beauty has encinder'd my poore heart Almost to nothing this day; thou shalt finde Thou hast a power above our humane kinde. Bright sunne, why do'st thou shine on me? Is it to mock me? keepe thy light; for I Had rather live in darknesse, and so dye. Or do'st thou shew thy lustre in disdaine, Because I have so oft with speech prophane Blasphem'd against thy goodnesse, And in praise Of a poore earthly creature spent my dayes? Do'st thou yet smile? forgive me, and I'le bee No more her servant, but will honour thee. Keepe thou thy brightnesse Phoebus, and this day From all our Swaines I'le bring the prize away. Fairest, this day, be pleas'd to smile on me, And let those hidden favours yet unshewne, Flow in abundance, that Swaines may see None e're can conquer me, but you alone. My favours friend is past, and you have tasted So much of my poore bounty, that it's wasted.