Wilson, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1590 [c.1589-1593] (Annals) moral · Queen Elizabeth's Men (?) T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs typicality 0.76 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
FResh Maia's son, fine witcraft's greatest God, Herald of heaven, soul charming Mercurie: Tell, for thou wit'st, why these celestial powers Are thus assembled in Boeotia. Plenty's rich Queen, cheerer of fainting souls, Whose Altars are adorned with ripened sheaves. Know that security chief nurse of sin, Hath bred contempt in all Boeotia. The old are scorned of the wanton young, Unhallowed hands, and hearts impurer far, Rend down the Altars sacred to the Gods. Heaven is long suffering, and eternal Powers Are full of pity to perversest men: which made the awful Ruler of the rest, Summon this meeting of the heavenly States: The first was Iupiter, Iuno with him, Next Mars and Venus, him I know you knew not, His Harness is converted to soft silk, His wars are only wantonings with her, That scandalizeth heaven and heaps world's hate, Apollo next, than Bacchus belly-God, And horned Vulcan forger of heavens fire, The last poor Cynthia making woeful moan, That she is left sweet virgin post alone. I am but messenger, and must not denounce Till the high senate of the Gods decree it, But sacred Ceres, if I may divine, In heaven shall Venus vaunt but little time. So pleased it mighty Ioue the doom were just, Amongst that holy train what needs there lust. I see a sort of wondering gazing eyes, That do await the end of this conceit, whom Mercurie with waving of his rod, And holy spells enjoins to sit and see, th'effectual working of a prophesy. And Ceres sheds her sweetest sweets in plenty, That while ye stay their pleasure may content ye. Now do I leave thee Mercury, and will into take my place, Do what thou canst in wanton lusts disgrace. Ceres I will, and now I am alone will I advise me of a messenger That will not faint: will not said I? Nay shall not faint sent forth by Mercurie. I am resolved, the next I meet with be it he or she, To do this message shall be sent by me. heigh down down a down a down, heigh down down a down a, Our beauty is the bravest Lass in all the town a: For beauty's sweet sake, I sleep when I should wake, she is so nut brown a. Her cheeks so red as a cherry, do make my heart full merry, So that I cannot choose in cobbling of my shoes, but sing heigh derry derry down derry. Go to Raph you'll still be singing love songs it's your fashion. Content yourself wife, 'tis my own recantation, No love song neither, but a carol in beauty's condemnation well year best leave singing and fall to work by & by while I to buy meat for our dinner to market do hie. And you were best leave your scolding to, & get you away. And I come to you Raph, I'll course ye as I did a Saturday
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Topic (seed 42)
T21 — Cupid, Venus and the nymphscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.760 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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FResh Mayas sonne, fine witcrafts greatest God, Herrald of heauen, soule charming Mercurie: Tell, for thou witst, why these celestiall powers Are thus assembled in Boeotia. Plentie srich Queene, cheerer of fainting souls, VVhose Altars are adornde with ripend sheaues. Know that securitie chiefe nurse of sinne, Hath bred contempt in all Boeotia. The old are scorned of the wanton yong, Vnhallowed hands, and harts impurer farre, Rend downe the Altars sacred to the Gods. Heauen is long suffring, and eternall Powers Are full of pitie to peruersest men: which made the awful Ruler of the rest, Summon this meeting of the heauenly States: The first was Iupiter, Iuno with him, Next Mars and Venus, him I know you knew not, His Harnesse is conuerted to soft silke▪ His warres are onely wantonings with her, That scandalizeth heauen and heapes worlds hate, Apollo next, then Bacchus belly-God, And horned Vulcan forger of heauens fire, The last poore Cynthia making woful mone, That she is left sweet virgin post alone. I am but messenger, and must not denounce Til the high senate of the Gods decreeit, But sacred Ceres, if I may diuine, In heauen shall Venus vaunt but little time. So pleasde it mighty Ioue the doome were iust, Amongst that holy traine what needs there lust. I see a sort of wondring gazing eyes, That doo await the end of this conceit, whom Mercurie with wauing of his rod, And holy spels inioines to sit and see, th'effectuall working of a Prophesie. And Ceres sheds her sweetest swetes in plentie, That while ye stay their pleasure may content ye. Now doo I leaue thee Mercury, and will into take my place, Doo what thou canst in wanton lusts disgrace. Ceres I will, and now I am alone will I aduise me of a messenger That will not faint: will not said I? Nay shall not faint sent forth by Mercurie. I am resolud, the next I meete with be it he or she, To doo this message shall be sent by me. Hey downe downe a downe a downe, hey downe downe a downe a, Our beauty is the brauest Lasse in all the towne a▪ For beauties sweete sake, I sleepe when I should wake, shee is so nut browne a. Her cheekes so red as a cherrie, do make my hart full merry▪ So that I cannot choose in cobling of my shooes, but sing hey derrie derrie downe derrie. Go too Raph youle still be singing loue songs its your fashion. Content your selfe wife, tis my own recantation, No loue song neither, but a carrol in beauties condemnatiō well year best leaue singing and fall to work by & by while I to buy meat for our dinner to market doo hie. And you were best leaue your scolding to, & get you away. And I come to you Raph, Ile course ye as I did a saterday