Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.72 · 499 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Yet JULIA, if thou wilt, A little longer, stay. I am content. O, mighty OVID! what the sway of heaven Could not retire, my breath hath turned back. Who shall go first, my love? my passionate eyes Will not endure to see thee turn from me. If thou go first, my soul will follow thee. Then we must stay. Ay me, there is no stay In amorous pleasures: if both stay, both die. I hear thy father, hence, my deity. Fear forgeth sounds in my deluded ears; I did not hear him: I am mad with love. There is no spirit, under heaven, that works With such illusion: yet such witchcraft kill me, Ere a sound mind, without it, save my life. Here, on my knees, I worship the blessed place That held my goddess; and the loving air, That closed her body in his silken arms: Vain OVID! kneel not to the place, nor air; she's in thy heart: rise then, and worship there. " The truest wisdom silly men can have, Is dotage, on the follies of their flesh. WE, that have conquered still, to save the conquered, And loved to make inflictions feared, not felt; Grieved to reprove, and joyful to reward, More proud of reconcilement, than revenge, Resume into the late state of our love, Worthy CORNELIUS GALLUS, and TIBULLUS: You both are gentlemen, you, CORNELIUS, A soldier of renown; and the first provost, That ever let our Roman eagles fly On swarthy Egypt, quarried with her spoils. Yet (not to bear cold forms, nor men's out-terms, Without the inward fires, and lives of men) You both have virtues, shining through your shapes; To show, your titles are not writ on posts, Or hollow statues, which the best men are, Without Promethean stuffings reached from heaven! Sweet poesies sacred garlands crown your gentry: Which is, of all the faculties on earth, The most abstract, and perfect; if she be True borne, and nursed with all the sciences. She can so mould Rome, and her monuments, Within the liquid marble of her lines, That they shall stand fresh, and miraculous, Even, when they mix with innovating dust; In her sweet streams shall our brave Roman spirits Chase, and swim after death, with their choice deeds Shining on their white shoulders; and therein Shall Tiber, and our famous rivers fall With such attraction, that th'ambitious line Of the round world shall to her centre shrink, To hear their music: And, for these high parts, CAESAR shall reverence the Pierian arts. Your majesties high grace to poesy, Shall stand 'gainst all the dull detractions Of leaden souls; who (for the vain assumings Of some, quite worthless of her sovereign wreaths) Contain her worthiest prophets in contempt. Happy is Rome of all earth's other states, To have so true, and great a precedent, For her inferior spirits to imitate, As CAESAR is; who addeth to the sun, Influence, and lustre: in increasing thus His inspirations, kindling fire in us.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1578–1644 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 41 of 57 in this edition
Length
499 words · 693 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T2 — Roman politics: senate, consuls and civil warcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.717 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T1 · seed 44: T2 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Yet IVLIA, if thou wilt, A little longer, stay. I am content. O, mightie OVID! what the sway of heauen Could not retire, my breath hath turned back. Who shall goe first, my loue? my passionate eyes Will not endure to see thee turne from mee. If thou goe first, my soule will follow thee. Then we must stay. Ay me, there is no stay In amorous pleasures: if both stay, both die. I heare thy father, hence, my deitie. Feare forgeth sounds in my deluded eares; I did not heare him: I am mad with loue. There is no spirit, vnder heauen, that workes With such illusion: yet such witchcraft kill mee, Ere a sound mind, without it, saue my life. Here, on my knees, I worship the blest place That held my goddesse; and the louing aire, That clos'd her body in his silken armes: Vaine OVID! kneele not to the place, nor aire; Shee's in thy heart: rise then, and worship there▪ "The truest wisdome silly men can haue, "Is dotage, on the follies of their flesh. WE, that haue conquer'd still, to saue the conquer'd, And lou'd to make inflictions feard, not felt; Grieu'd to reproue, and ioyfull to reward, More proud of reconcilement, then reuenge, Resume into the late state of our loue, Worthy CORNELIVS GALLVS, and TIBVLLVS: You both are gentlemen, you, CORNELIVS, A souldier of renowne; and the first prouost, That euer let our Roman eagles flie On swarthy Aegypt, quarried with her spoiles. Yet (not to beare cold formes, nor mens out-termes, Without the inward fires, and liues of men) You both haue vertues, shining through your shapes; To shew, your titles are not writ on posts, Or hollow statues, which the best men are, Without Promethean stuffings reacht from heauen! Sweet poesies sacred garlands crowne your gentrie: Which is, of all the faculties on earth, The most abstract, and perfect; if shee bee True borne, and nurst with all the sciences. Shee can so mould Rome, and her monuments, Within the liquid marble of her lines, That they shall stand fresh, and miraculous, Euen, when they mixe with innouating dust; In her sweet streames shall our braue Roman spirits Chace, and swim after death, with their choise deeds Shining on their white shoulders; and therein Shall Tyber, and our famous riuers fall With such attraction, that th'ambitious line Of the round world shall to her center shrinke, To heare their musicke: And, for these high parts, CAESAR shall reuerence the Pierian artes. Your Maiesties high grace to poesie, Shall stand 'gainst all the dull detractions Of leaden soules; who (for the vaine assumings Of some, quite worthlesse of her soueraigne wreaths) Containe her worthiest prophets in contempt. Happy is Rome of all earths other states, To haue so true, and great a president, For her inferiour spirits to imitate, As CAESAR is; who addeth to the sunne, Influence, and lustre: in encreasing thus His inspirations, kindling fire in vs.