Phillis and Amyntas (Ivychurch) (Amyntas' Pastoral) · chunk 2 of 30
Fraunce, Abraham / Tasso, Torquato · published 1591 · first performed or written 1591 (Annals) pastoral T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs typicality 0.86 · 517 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
For this staff, that seems but a toy, that I bear for a fashion, Is loves lamp indeed, and bears but a show of a sheephook, Lou'es transformed lamp, with most invincible ardour, Most invisible heat, and secret ardour abounding, Though in form but rude, and goldhead seems to be wanting, Whoso feeles his force shall find it not to be poyntles, Where it lights it works, and leaves impression endless: This blunt dart shall give that cureless wound to the hartroote Of loveles damsel, most loveles damsel amongst all Those loveles damsels that wait on mighty Diana. Phillis (that's her name) disdainefulst wench of a thousand Shall in her hardest heart conceive as mighty a loves-wound, As was that, that I made in tender breast of Amyntas. Now many pleasant springs are past, since young Lad Amyntas And young girl Phillis, themselves were wont to be sporting, Now to be gathering flowers, and filberts now to be cracking, Now to be laying begins for birds, and now to be angling: And yet, that this blow may make more forcible entrance And more speedily pierce, i'll stay and look for a fit time: When pity moves her mind, and makes her breast to be tender, Then will I strike and wound; and that this lovely beginning May as luckyly end, i'll talk and walk as a herdsman, And so insinuate myself to the company rural Of these jolly Shepherds which hither now be repairing, All in a brave merriment dame Flora'es wakes to be keeping, With their garlands green, and boughs of Myrtle adorned. Here, even here will I make that most incurable harts-wound Which no mortal eye shall see: then lovely Cupid Lovely Cupidoe's fame in these woods shallbe resounding, These woods than shall feel a triumphant power to be present, And perceive that I work by myself, and not by my servants: Noble thoughts will I send, and high conceits will I breathe forth Into the lowli'est minds, and frame their voice to a sweeter And more sugared tune: for wheresoever I harbour, Wheresoever I keep, i'll still be the lovely Cupid, aswell in Hoblobs' heart, as in heart of a King or a Kaiser, And as I list, I do make an unaequall mind to be equal: And this is only my joy, and herein most do I glory, That by the quyckning heat, by the fire of lovely Cupid Oaten pipe contends with learned Lute of a Lording. Which if my Mother (who scorns that I am thus a wandering Here and there by the woods) can not conceive to be wondrous, Then she's blind herself, and not sweet lovely Cupid, Whom some blind fools have blind boy unworthily called. WHat? Will Phillis then consume her youth as an anckresse, Scorning dainty Venus? will Phillis still be a Modder, And not care to be called by the deare-sweete name of a Mother? Will not Phillis joy to behold herself in a Phillis, And her trueloves' face in a young boy's face to be shining? Change this mind, fond wench, and this resolution alter.
nodes 49–98 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 2 of 30 in this edition
Length
517 words · 713 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T21 — Cupid, Venus and the nymphscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.857 (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)
For this staffe, that seemes but a toy, that I beare for a fashyon, Is Loues lampe indeede, and beares but a shew of a sheephooke, Lou'es transformed lampe, with most inuincible ardor, Most inuisible heate, and secrete ardor abounding, Though in forme but rude, and goldhead seemes to be wanting, Whoso feele's his force shall finde it not to be poyntles, Where it lights it workes, and leaues impression endles: This blunt dart shall giue that cureles wound to the hartroote Of loueles damsel, most loueles damsel amongst all Those loueles damsels that wayte on mighty Diana. Phillis (that's her name) disdainefulst wench of a thousand Shall in her hardest hart conceaue as mighty a loues-wound, As was that, that I made in tender brest of Amyntas. Now many pleasant springs are past, since yong Lad Amyntas And yong gyrle Phillis, themselues were woont to be sporting, Now to be gath'ring flowr's, and filberds now to be cracking, Now to be laying gyns for byrds, and now to be anglyng: And yet, that this blow may make more forcible entrance And more speedily pierce, ile stay and looke for a fit time: When pyty moues her mynde, and makes her brest to be tender, Then wil I stryke and wounde; and that this louely begynnyng May as luckyly end, ile talk and walk as a heardsman, And so insinuate my self to the company rurall Of these iolly Shepheards which hether now be repayring, All in a braue meryment dame Flora'es wakes to be keeping, With theyr garlands greene, and boughs of Myrtle adorned. Here, eu'n here wil I make that most incurable harts-wound Which no mortall eye shall see: then louely Cupido Louely Cupidoe's fame in these woods shalbe resounding, These woods then shall feele a triumphant powre to be present, And perceaue that I woork by my self, and not by my seruants: Noble thoughts wil I send, and high conceipts wil I breath foorth Into the lowli'est myndes, and frame theyr voice to a sweeter And more sugred tune: for wheresoeuer I harbor, Wheresoeuer I keepe, ile stil be the louely Cupido, Aswel in Hoblobs heart, as in heart of a King or a Kaisar, And as I list, I doe make an vnaequall mynde to be aequall: And this is only my ioy, and herein most doo I glory, That by the quyckning heate, by the fire of louely Cupido Oaten pipe contends with learned Lute of a Lording. Which if my Mother (who scorn's that I am thus a wandring Here and there by the woods) can not conceaue to be wondrous, Then shee's blinde her selfe, and not sweete louely Cupido, Whom some blinde fooles haue blinde boy vnworthily called. WHat? Will Phillis then confume her youth as an anckresse, Scorning daintie Venus? will Phillis still be a Modder, And not care to be cal'd by the deare-sweete name of a Mother? Will not Phillis ioy to beholde her selfe in a Phillis, And her trueloues face in a yong boyes face to be shining? Change this minde, fond wench, and this resolution alter.