Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
Was ever land so fruitless as this land? Was ever grove so graceless as this grove? Was ever soil so barren as this soil? Oh no: the land where hungry Fames dwelled, May no wise equalize this cursed land, No even the climate of the torrid zone Brings forth more fruit than this accursed grove. near came sweet Ceres, near came Venus here, Triptolemus the god of husbandmen, near sowed his seed in this foul wilderness. The hunger-bitten dogs of Acheron, chaste from the ninefold Pyriphlegeton, Have set their footsteps in this damned ground. The iron hearted Furies armed with snakes, Scattered huge Hidras over all the plains, which have consum'd the grass, the herbs, the trees which have drunk up the flowing water springs. Thou great commander of the starry sky, That guid'st the life of every mortal wight From the enclosures of the fleeting clouds, Rain down some food, or else I faint and die. power down some drink, or else I faint and die. O Iupiter hast thou sent Mercury In clownish shape to minister some food? Some meat, some meat, some meat. O alas sir, ye are deceived, I am not Mercury, I am Strumbo. Give me some meat villain, give me some meat, Or 'gainst this rock, I'll dash thy cursed brains, And rent thy bowels with my bloody hands. Give me some meat villain, give me some meat. By the faith of my body good fellow, I had rather give an whole ox then that thou shouldst serve me in that sort. Dash out my brains? O horrible, terrible. I think I have a quarry of stones in my pocket. Lo here the gift of fell ambition, Of usurpation and of treachery. Lo here the harms that wait upon all those That do intrude themselves in others' lands, Which are not under their dominion. Seven years hath aged Corineus lived To Locrine's grief, and fair Estrilda's woe, And seven years more he hopeth yet to live, Oh supreme Ioue, annihilate this thought. Should he enjoy the airs fruition? Should he enjoy the benefit of life? Should he contemplate the radiant son, That makes my life equal to dreadful death? Venus convey this monster fro the earth, That disobeyeth thus thy sacred hests. Cupid convey this monster to dark hell, That disanulls thy mother's sugared laws. Mars with thy target all beset with flames, With murdering blade bereave him of his life, That hindereth Locrine in his sweetest joys. And yet for all his diligent aspect, His wrathful eyes piercing like lynx''s eyes, Well have I overmatched his subtlety. Nigh Deucolitum by the pleasant Lee,
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Length
440 words · 601 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T21 — Cupid, Venus and the nymphscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.733 (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)
Was euer land so fruitlesse as this land? Was euer groue so gracelesse as this groue? Was euer soyle so barrein as this soyle? Oh no: the land where hungry Fames dwelt, May no wise aequalize this cursed land, No euen the climat of the torrid zone Brings forth more fruit then this accursed groue. Nere came sweet Ceres, nere came Venus here, Triptolemus the god of husbandmen, Nere sowd his seed in this foule wildernesse. The hunger-bitten dogs of Acheron, Chast from the ninefold Puriflegiton, Haue set their footesteps in this damned ground. The yron harted Furies arm'd with snakes, Scattered huge Hidras ouer all the plaines, which haue cōsum'd the grasse, the herbes, the trees which haue drunke vp the flowing water springs. Thou great commander of the starry skie, That guidst the life of euerie mortall wight From the inclosures of the fleeting clouds, Raine downe some foode, or else I faint and die. Powre downe some drinke, or else I faint and die. O Iupiter hast thou sent Mercury In clownish shape to minister some foode? Some meate, some meate, some meate. O alasse sir, ye are deceiued, I am not Mercury, I am Strumbo. Giue me som meat vilain, giu me some meat, Or gainst this rock, Ile dash thy cursed braines, And rent thy bowels with my bloodie hands. Giue me some meat villaine, giue me some meat. By the faith of my bodie good fellow, I had rather giue an whole oxe then that thou shuldst serue me in that sort. Dash out my braines? O horrible, terrible. I thinke I haue a quarry of stones in my pocket. Loe here the gift of fell ambition, Of vsurpation and of trecherie. Loe here the harmes that wait vpon all those That do intrude themselues in others lands, Which are not vnder their dominion. Seuen yeares hath aged Corineus liu'd To Locrines griefe, and faire Estrilds woe, And seuen yeares more he hopeth yet to liue, Oh supreme Ioue, annihilate this thought. Should he enioy the aires fruition? Should he enioy the benefit of life? Should he contemplate the radiant sonne, That makes my life equall to dreadfull death? Venus conuay this monster fro the earth, That disobeieth thus thy sacred hests. Cupid conuy this monster to darke hell, That disanulls thy mothers fugred lawes. Mars with thy target all beset wiih flames, With murthering blade bereaue him of his life, That hindreth Locrine in his sweetest ioyes. And yet for all his diligent aspect, His wrathfull eies piercing like Linces eies, VVell haue I ouermatcht his subtiltie. Nigh Deucolitum by the pleasant Lee,