Anonymous · published 1600 · first performed or written 1600 [1599-1600] (Annals) pastoral; romance · Children of Paul's (second) T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan typicality 0.64 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
And nothing else? Yes, ranging now and then, A Hog, a Goose, a Capon, or a Hen. These walks are mine, amongst the shady trees. For that I have, a garden full of Bees, Whose buzzing music with the flowers sweet, Each even and morning, shall her senses greet. The Nightingale is my continual clock. And mine the watchful, sin-remembering cock. A hunt's up, I can tune her with my hounds. And I can show her meads, and fruitful grounds. Within these woods are many pleasant springs. Betwixt yond dales, the Echo daily sings. I marvel that a rustic shepherd dare With woodmen then audaciously compare? Why, hunting is a pleasure for a King, And Gods themselves sometime frequent the thing. Diana with her bow and arrows keen, Did often use the Chase, in Forests green. And so alas, the good Athenian knight, And swift Actaeon herein took delight: And Atalanta the Arcadian dame, Conceived such wondrous pleasure in the game: That with her train of Nymphs attending on, She came to hunt the Boar of Calydon. So did Apollo walk with shepherds crook, And many Kings their sceptres have forsook: To lead the quiet life we shepherds took. Accounting it a refuge for their woe. But we take choice of many a pleasant walk And mark the dear how they begin to stalk. When each according to his age and time, Pricks up his head, and bears a Princely mind: The lusty Stag conductor of the train, Leads all the herd in order down the plain: The baser rascals scatter here and there, As not presuming to approach so near. So shepherds sometime sit upon a hill, Or in the cooling shadow of a mill: And as we sit, unto our pipes we sing, And therewith make the neighbouring groves to ring. And when the sun steals downward to the west, We leave our chat, and whistle in the fist: Which is a signal to our straggling flock, As Trumpets sound to men in martial shock. Shall I be thus outfaced by a swain? I'll have a guard to wait upon her train, Of gallant woodmen, clad in comely green: The like whereof, hath seldom yet been seen. And I of shepherds such a lusty crew, As never Forester the like yet knew: Who for their persons and their neat array, shallbe as fresh, as is the month of May. Where are ye there, ye merry noted swains? Draw near a while, and whilst upon the plains Your flocks do gently feed, let's see your skill, How you with chanting, can sad sorrow kill. Thinks Gemulo to bear the bell away? By singing of a simple Roundelay? No, I have fellows, whose melodious throats Shall even as far exceed those homely notes As doth the Nightingale in music pass, The most melodious bird that ever was. And for an instance, here they are at hand, When they have done, let our deserts be scanned.
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Length
495 words · 669 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pancross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.637 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T24 · seed 44: T25 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
And nothing elſe? Yes, raunging now and then, A Hog, a Gooſe, a Capon, or a Hen. Theſe walkes are mine, amongſt the ſhadie trees. For that I haue, a garden full of Bees, Whoſe buzing muſick with the flowers ſweet, Each euen and morning, ſhall her ſences greet. The Nightingale is my continuall clocke. And mine the watchfull, ſin-remembring cocke. A hunts vp, I can tune her with my hounds. And I can ſhew her meads, and fruitfull grounds. Within theſe woods are many pleaſant ſprings. Betwixt yond dales, the Eccho daily ſings. I maruell that a ruſticke ſhepheard dare With woodmen then audaciouſly compare? Why, hunting is a pleaſure for a King, And Gods themſelues ſometime frequent the thing. Diana with her bowe and arrowes keene, Did often vſe the Chace, in Forreſts greene. And ſo alas, the good Athenian knight, And ſwift Acteon herein tooke delight: And Atalanta the Arcadian dame, Conceiu'd ſuch wondrous pleaſure in the game: That with her traine of Nymphs attending on, She came to hunt the Bore of Calydon. So did Apollo walk with ſhepheards crooke, And many Kings their ſcepters haue forſooke: To lead the quiet life we ſhepheards tooke. Accounting it a refuge for their woe. But we take choice of many a pleaſant walke And marke the Deare how they begin to ſtalke. When each according to his age and time, Pricks vp his head, and beares a Princely minde: The luſtie Stag conductor of the traine, Leads all the heard in order downe the plaine: The baſer raſcalls ſcatter here and there, As not preſuming to approach ſo neere. So ſhepheards ſomtime ſit vpon a hill, Or in the cooling ſhadow of a mill: And as we ſit, vnto our pipes we ſing, And therewith make the neighboring groues to ring. And when the ſun ſteales downward to the weſt, We leaue our chat, and whiſtle in the fiſt: Which is a ſignall to our ſtragling flocke, As Trumpets ſound to men in martiall ſhocke. Shall I be thus out-faced by a ſwaine? Ile haue a guard to wayt vpon her traine, Of gallant woodmen, clad in comely greene: The like whereof, hath ſildome yet bene ſeene. And I of ſhepheards ſuch a luſtie crew, As neuer Forreſter the like yet knew: Who for their perſons and their neate aray, Shalbe as freſh, as is the moneth of May. Where are ye there, ye merry noted ſwaines? Draw neare a while, and whilſt vpon the plaines Your flocks do gently feed, lets ſee your skill, How you with chaunting, can ſad ſorrow kill. Thinks Gemulo to beare the bell away? By ſinging of a ſimple Rundelay? No, I haue fellowes, whoſe melodious throates Shall euen as far exceed thoſe homely notes As doth the Nightingale in muſicke paſſe, The moſt melodious bird that euer was. And for an inſtance, here they are at hand, When they haue done, let our deſerts be ſcand.