Peele, George · published 1584 · first performed or written 1581 [c.1581-1584] (Annals) pastoral · Children of the Chapel (first) (Oxford's Boys) · before the Court unassigned nearest T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses · 469 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
sayst truly Faunus, I myself have given good ready lambs, To Mercurie may say to thee, to Phoebus and to Love: When to a country mops forsooth, chase offered all their dames, And piped and prayed for little worth and ranged about the grove. God Pan that makes your flock so thin, & makes you look so lean, To kisse in corners. well-said wench some other thing you mean. Yea iest it out till it goe alone, but maruell where we mysse Fair Flora all this merry morn. some news see where she is. Flora well met, and for thy taken pain, Poor country gods thy debtor we remain. Believe me, Pan, not all thy lambs and ewes, Nor, Faunus, all thy lusty bucks and does, (But that I am instructed well to know, What service to the hills and dales I owe,) Could have enforced one to so strange a toil, Thus to enrich this gaudy gallant soil. But tell me wench hast don't so trick in deed, That heaven itself may wonder at the deed. Not Iris in her pride and bravery, Adorns her arch with such variety: Nor doth the milk white way in frosty night, Appear so fair and beautiful in sight: As done these fields, and groves, and sweetest bowers, Bestrewed and decked with party coloured flowers. Along the bubbling brooks & silver glide, that at the bottom doth in silence slide, The watery flowers and lilies on the banks, Like blazing comets burgeon all in ranks: Under the hawthorn and the Poplar tree, Where sacred Phoebe may delight to be: The Primrose and the purple Hyacinth, The dayntie Ʋiolet and the holsome Minthe. The double Daisy, and the Coweslip queen Of summer flowers do ouer peere the And round about the valley as ye pass, Ye may ne see for peeping flowers the grass: That well the mighty jove and the rest, May boldly think to be a welcome guest On Ida hills, when to approve the thing, The queen of flowers prepares a second spring. Thou gentle Nymph, what thanks shall we repay To thee, that makest our fields and woods so gay? Siluanus, when it is thy hap to see, My workmanship, in portraying all the three, First stately Juno with her port and grace, Her robes, her lawns, her crownet and her mace: Would make thee muse this picture to behold, Of yellow oxtips bright as burnished gold. A rare device, and Flora, well perdie, Did paint her yellow for her jealousy. Pallas in flowers of hue and colours red, Her plumes, her helme, her , her he, Her trailing tresses that hang flaring round, Of julie-flowers so graffed in the ground, That trust me Sirs, who did the cunning see, Would at a blush suppose it to be she.
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Saist trulie Faunus, I my selfe haue giuen good tidie lambes, To Mercurie may saie to thee, to Phoebus and to Ioue: When to a countrie mops forsooth, chaue offred all their dames, And pypt and prayed for little worth and raunged about the groue. God Pan that makes your flocke so thin, & makes you looke so leane, To kisse in corners. wel-sed wēch some other thing you meane. Yea iest it out till it goe alone, but maruell where we mysse Faire Flora all this merrie morne. some newes see where she is. Flora well met, and for thy taken payne, Poore countrie gods thy debters we remaine. Beleeue me, Pan, not all thy lambes and yoes, Nor, Faunus, all thy lustie buckes and does, (But that I am instructed well to knowe, What seruice to the hills and dales I owe,) Could haue enforcet me to so straunge a toyle, Thus to enrich this gaudie gallant foyle. But tell me wench hast don't so trick in deede, That heauen it selfe may wonder at the deede. Not Iris in her pride and brauerie, Adornes her arche with such varietie: Nor doth the milke white way in frostie night, Appeare so faire and beautifull in sight: As done these fieldes, and groues, and sweetest bowres, Bestrewed and deckt with partie collord flowers. Alonge the bubling brookes & siluer glyde, that at the bottome doth in sylence slyde, The waterie flowers and lillies on the bankes, Like blazing cometes burgen all in rankes: Vnder the Hathorne and the Poplar tree, Where sacred Phoebe may delight to be: The Primerose and the purple Hyacinthe, The dayntie Ʋiolet and the holsome Minthe. The dooble Daisie, and the Of sommer oure▪ do And rounde about the valley as ye passe, Yee may ne peeping flowers the grasse: That well the mightie and the rest, May boldlie thinke to be a welcome guest On Ida hlls, when to approue the thing, The queene of flowers prepares a second spring. Thou gentle Nymph, what thankes shall we repai To thee, that maest our ldes and woodes so gaie? , when it is thy hap to see, My workemanship, in portraying all the three, First stately with her porte and grace, Her roobes, her lawnes, her crounet and her mace: Would make thee this picture to beholde, Of yellow Oxtips bright as bursht golde. A rare deuice, and Flra, well perdie, Did painte her yellow for her iellozie. Pallas in flowers of hue and collowers red, Her plumes, her helme, her , her he, Her trayling treses that hang aring rounde, Of Iulie-flowers so grassed in the grounde, That trust me , who did the cunning see, Would at a blush suppose it to be shee.