Pan's Anniversary, or The Shepherds' Holiday · chunk 1 of 4
Jonson, Ben · published 1641 · first performed or written 1620 [Jun 19(?)] [incorrect] (Annals) pastoral; masque · before the Court T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan typicality 0.67 · 410 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
THus, thus, begin the yearly rites Are due to PAN on these bright nights; His Morn now riseth, and invites To sports, to dances, and delights: All Envious, and Profane away, This is the Shepherd's Holiday. Strew, strew, the glad and smiling ground With every flower, yet not confounded The Primrose drop, the Springs own spouse, Bright Dayes-eyes, and the lips of Cows, The Garden-star, the Queen of May, The Rose, to crown the Holiday. Drop, drop you Violets, change your hues, Now read, now pale, as Lovers use, And in your death go out as well, As when you lived unto the smell: That from your odour all may say, This is the Shepherd's Holiday. Well done my pretty ones, rain Roses still, Until the last be drapt: Than hence: and-fill Your fragrant prickles for a second shower, Bring Corn-flag, Tulips, and Adonis' flower, Fair Oxe-eye, Goldy-locks, and Columbine, Pinks, Goulands, King-cups, and sweet Sops-in-wine, Blue Harebells, Pagles, Pansies, Calaminth, Flower-gentle, and the faire-haired Hyacinth, Bring rich Carnations, Floures-de-luce, Lilies, The chequed, and purple-ringed Daffodillies, Bright Crowne-imperiall, Kings-speare, Holyhocks, Sweet Venus' Navel, and soft Lady-smocks, Bring too, some branches forth of Daphne's hair, And gladdest myrtle for these posts to wear With Spikenard weaved, and Marjoram between, And stared with yellow-golds, and Meadows Queen, That when the Altar, as it aught is dressed, Moore odour come not from the Phoenix nest; The breadth thereof Panchaia may envy, The colours China, and the light the sky. Room for an old Trophy of Time; a Son of the sword, a Servant of Mars, the Minion of the Muses, and a Master of Fence. One that hath shown his quarters, and played his prizes at all the games of Greece in his time; as Fencing, Wrestling, Leaping, Dancing, what not? And hath now ushered hither by the light of my longsword certain bold Boys of Boeotia, who are come to challenge the Arcadians at their own sports, call them forth on their own holiday, and Dance them down on their own Greene-swarth. 'Tis boldly attempted, and must be a Baeotian enterprise by the face of it, from all the parts of Greece else, especially at this time when the best, and bravest spirits of Arcadia, called together by the excellent Arcas, are yonder sitting about the Fountain of light, in consultation of what honours they may do the great Pan by increase of anniversary rites fitted to the Music of his peace.
nodes 0–39 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 1 of 4 in this edition
Length
410 words · 636 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pancross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.665 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T24 · seed 44: T25 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
THus, thus, begin the yearly rites Are due to PAN on theſe bright nights; His Morne now riſeth, and invites To ſports, to dances, and delights: All Envious, and Prophane away, This is the Shepherds Holy-day. Strew, ſtrew, the glad and ſmiling ground With every flower, yet not confound The Prime-roſe drop, the Springs owne ſpouſe, Bright Dayes-eyes, and the lips of Cowes, The Garden-ſtar, the Queene of May, The Roſe, to crowne the Holy-day. Drop, drop you Violets, change your hues, Now red, now pale, as Lovers uſe, And in your death goe out as well, As when you liv'd unto the ſmell: That from your odour all may ſay, This is the Shepherds Holy-day. Well done my pretty ones, raine Roſes ſtill, Untill the laſt be drapt: Then hence: and-fill Your fragrant prickles for a ſecond ſhower, Bring Corn-flag, Tulips, and Adonis flower, Faire Oxe-eye, Goldy-locks, and Columbine, Pinkes, Goulands, King-cups, and ſweet Sops-in-wine, Blew Harebells, Pagles, Panſies, Calaminth, Flower-gentle, and the faire-hair'd Hyacinth, Bring rich Carnations, Floure-de-luces, Lillies, The chequ'd, and purple-ringed Daffodillies, Bright Crowne-imperiall, Kings-ſpeare, Holy-hocks, Sweet Venus Navill, and ſoft Lady-ſmocks, Bring too, ſome branches forth of Daphnes haire, And gladdeſt myrtle for theſe poſtes to weare With Spikenard weav'd, and Marjoram betweene, And ſtar'd with yellow-golds, and Meadowes ueene, That when the Altar, as it ought is dreſt, More odour come not from the Phaenix neſt; The breadth thereof Panchaia may envie, The colours China, and the light the skye. Roome for an old Trophie of Time; a Sonne of the ſword, a Servant of Mars, the Minion of the Muſes, and a Maſter of Fence. One that hath ſhowne his quarters, and plaid his prizes at all the games of Greece in his time; as Fencing, Wreſtling, Leaping, Dauncing, what not? And hath now uſher'd hither by the light of my long-ſword certaine bold Boyes of Baeotia, who are come to challenge the Arcadians at their owne ſports, call them forth on their owne holy-day, and Daunce them down on their owne Greene-ſwarth. 'Tis boldly attempted, and muſt be a Baeotian enterpriſe by the face of it, from all the parts of Greece elſe, eſpecially at this time when the beſt, and braveſt ſpirits of Arcadia, called together by the excellent Arcas, are yonder ſitting about the Fountaine of light, in conſultation of what honours they may doe the great Pan by encreaſe of anniverſarie rites fitted to the Muſique of his peace.