Phillis and Amyntas (Ivychurch) (Amyntas' Pastoral) · chunk 1 of 30
Fraunce, Abraham / Tasso, Torquato · published 1591 · first performed or written 1591 (Annals) pastoral T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs typicality 0.83 · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
WHo would think that a God lay lurking under a grey cloak, Silly Shepherds grey cloak, & armed with a paltry sheephook? And yet no petty God, no God that god's by the mountains, But the triumphantst God that bears any sway in Olympus: Which many times hath made man-murdring Mars to be cursing His bloodsucking blade; and prince of watery empire Earth-shaking Neptune, his threeforckt mace to be leaving, And Ioue omnipotent, as a poor and humble obeissant, His three-flaked lightnings and thunderbolts to abandon. And I believe, thus shaped, and thus with a mantle adorned Lady Venus will scarce find out her wily Cupid, Mine own mother, I hope, will scarce take me for her own son. She makes me run away, and thus compels me to hide me, For that still she bids, and still commands as a mother Boy, and bow, and all: and still persuades as a woman Proud-harted woman, that I bend my bow to the Court still, And, as a Lord, with Lords and Ladies still be a dwelling: As for parks and woods, such wooden stuff she referreth Unto the wanton wags that wait on Lordly Cupid. But let a woman talk, let boys be afraid of a woman, Lord of love's no boy, although that he seem to be boy-like: I'll bestow myself, as best shall seem to my owneself; Doves be my mother's birds, but destiny gave to Cupid All-inflaming lamp and golden bow for a weapon. Oftentimes do I hide myself, and fly fro my mother (Not that I own any suit as a servile slave to my mother, But that I can not abide to be daily desired by my mother For to renounce Hoblobs, and aim at a King or a Kaiser) Oftentimes do I fly, and shroud myself in a thicket, Leaving Crystal thrones for bowers and rustical harbours: But no sooner I can convey myself from Olympus, But she begins to demand and ask for lovely Cupid, where's that wandering boy, that vile boy, lovely Cupid? Seek and search my boy, my wag, my lovely Cupid: Look for a curldpate boy, his wings will quickly bewray him, Look for a boy with a lamp and bow and quiver about him: Whoso finds my boy, my joy, my lovely Cupid, And brings back my boy, shall have for a friendly remembrance, Either a sweet sweet kiss, or somewhat more than a sweet kiss: As though Lovely Cupid to a friend that love's to be silent, Neither could nor would allow for a fryendly remembrance Either a sweet sweet kiss, or somewhat more than a sweet kiss. And, I believe, my kiss, (if love intent to be lovely) Will be a sweeter kiss to a lass then Queen Cytheraeaes. Thus, many times in vain she seeks for lovely Cupid, Loving girls are loath to bewray their lovely Cupid. Yet, to be more secure, my curledlocks I do curtal, My wings are laid down, my bow and quiver abandoned, Weapons all set aside; and yet love stands not unarmed.
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Length
511 words · 695 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T21 — Cupid, Venus and the nymphscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.834 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T21 · seed 44: T24 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
WHo would thinke that a God lay lurking vnder a gray cloake, Silly Shepheards gray cloake, & arm'd with a paltery sheephooke? And yet no pety God, no God that gads by the mountaines, But the triumphantst God that beares any sway in Olympus: Which many times hath made man-murdring Mars to be cursing His blood-sucking blade; and prince of watery empire Earth-shaking Neptune, his threeforckt mace to be leauing, And Ioue omnipotent, as a poore and humble obeissant, His three-flak't lightnings and thunderbolts to abandon. And I beleeue, thus shap't, and thus with a mantle adorned Lady Venus will scarce finde out her wily Cupido, Mine owne mother, I hope, will skarce take mee for her owne son. Shee makes me run away, and thus compells me to hide me, For that still shee byds, and still commaunds as a mother Boy, and bowe, and all: and still perswades as a woeman Proud-harted woeman, that I bende my bowe to the Court still, And, as a Lord, with Lords and Ladies still be a dwelling: As for Parckes and woods, such woodden stuffe she referreth Vnto the wanton wagges that waite on Lordly Cupido. But let a woman talk, let boyes be afraid of a woeman, Lord of loue's no boy, although that he seeme to be boylike: I'le bestow myself, as best shall seeme to my owneself; Doues be my mothers byrds, but desteny gaue to Cupido All-inflaming lampe and golden bowe for a weapon. Oftentimes doo I hide myself, and flie fro my mother (Not that I owe any suite as a seruile slaue to my mother, But that I can not abide to be dayly desir'de by my mother For to renounce Hoblobs, and ayme at a King or a Kaisar) Oftentimes doo I flie, and shroude my selfe in a thicket, Leauing Christall throanes for bowres and rustical harbors: But no sooner I can conuey myself from Olympus, But she begins to demaund and aske for louely Cupido, Wher's that wandring boy, that vile boy, louely Cupido? Seeke and search my boy, my wagg, my louely Cupido: Looke for a curldpate boy, his wings will quickly bewray him, Looke for a boy with a lampe and bow and quiuer about him: Whoso findes my boy, my ioy, my louely Cupido, And brings back my boy, shall haue for a friendly remembrance, Either a sweete sweete kisse, or somewhat more than a sweete kisse: As though Louely Cupid to a fryend that loue's to be sylent, Neyther could nor would allow for a fryendly remembrance Eyther a sweete sweete kisse, or somewhat more than a sweete kisse. And, I beleeue, my kisse, (if loue intend to be louely) Wil be a sweeter kisse to a lasse then Queene Cytheraeaes. Thus, many tymes in vaine shee seekes for louely Cupido, Louing girles are loath to bewray their louely Cupido. Yet, to be more secure, my curledlocks I doo curtall, My wings are layde downe, my bowe and quiuer abandond, Weapons all set aside; and yet loue stands not vnarmed.