Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
And ever busied for the country's good, We have no time to muse of vain conceits, Yet earning with continual toil our food We entertain the pomp of prouder States. And (Sir) conceive not of our meaning ill, That thus dare speak so freely as we do, Whilst mediators do dilate our will They wrest it as they will, and wrack us too. To countenance such as us you need not shun, A great man too well graced may do more harm: And 'tis no stain unto the glorious Sun, Though oft his beams an abject object warm. Be not discouraged by your base estate, Ye are my people, and I'll hear your plaint, A King must care for all, both small and great, And for to help th'afflicted never faint. The Sceptre such as these should chiefly shroud, Not cottages, but Castles spoil the Land, T'advance the humble and t'abate the proud; This is a Virtue that makes Kings to stand. Sir, our estate some speedy help requires, In Misia near unto the famous Mountain Of great Olimpus that the World admires, There haunts a Boar by Diana's Fountain Of a big body, and a hideous form, His foamy jaw with tusks like javelins strikes, And all parts in deformity conform, His back hath bristles like to iron Pikes. This Monster of Nature, wonder of Men, The forests tyrant, and the country's terror, Tears all to death, and draws them to his Den, That chance into his way by fatal error. Whilst tender-hearted Mother's do bewail The gored infant's toiling in their blood, Th'abominable beast them doth assail, And in his bowels buries both for food. Then when we fly the field where he sojourns, To have his hunger or his rage allayed, He wastes the fruits, and ruins all the corns, Thus the poor husband's hopes are all betrayed. Ere this, of true Repose we were the types, And pastured on each plain our fleecy flocks, And made a consort of our warbling pipes, With moving crystals th'issue of the rocks. And sometime to refresh us after travel, With flowery garlands shielded from Sunbeams We gazed upon Pactolus golden gravel, Glassed, bathed, and quenched our thirst with his pure streams: Whilst we preferred, the River seemed amazed, Unto his golden bed, his grassy bank, And lay and looked whereas our cattle grazed, Without all envy of a greater rank. That to repress oppression you take care, This rest of ours is an effectual token, Your Laws like Spiders webs do not ensnare The feeble flies, and by the Bees are broken. For we by them are fenced from great men's pride, The Heavens perpetuate your prosperous reign, And suffer not this savage Boar t'abide, To turn that ease which men have spared to pain. What would ye then, that should be done by me? For to repay your loss; repair this wrong.
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And euer buſied for the Countries good, We haue no time to muſe of vaine conceates, Yet earning with continuall toile our food We entertaine the pompe of prowder States. And (Sir) conceiue not of our meaning ill, That thus dare ſpeake ſo freely as we do, Whilſt mediators do dilate our will They wreſt it as they will, and wracke vs too. To count'nance ſuch as vs you neede not ſhunne, A great man too well grac'd may do more harme: And t'is no ſtaine vnto the glorious Sunne, Though oft his beames an abiect obiect warme. Be not diſcourag'd by your baſe eſtate, Yee are my people, and I'le heare your plaint, A King muſt care for all, both ſmall and great, And for to helpe th'afflicted neuer faint. The Scepter ſuch as theſe ſhould chiefely ſhrowd, Not cotages, but Caſtles ſpoile the Land, T'aduance the humble and t'abate the prowd; This is a Vertue that makes Kings to ſtand. Sir, our eſtate ſome ſpeedy helpe requires, In Miſia neere vnto the famous Mountaine Of great Olimpus that the World admires, There haunt's a Boare by Dianaes Fountaine Of a big body, and a hideous forme, His fomie Iawe with tuskes like Iauelins ſtrikes, And all parts in deformitie conforme, His backe hath briſtles like to yron Pikes. This Monſter of Nature, wonder of Men, The Forreſts tyran, and the Countries terrour, Teares all to death, and drawes them to his Den, That chance into his way by fatall errour. Whilſt tender-hearted Mothers do bewaile The goared Infants toyling in their blood, Th'abhominable beaſt them doth aſſaile, And in his bowels buries both for food. Then when we fly the field where he ſoiournes, To haue his hunger or his rage alayde, He waſtes the fruites, and ruines all the cornes, Thus the poore husbands hopes are all betrayde. Ere this, of true Repoſe we were the types, And paſtur'd on each plaine our fleecie flockes, And made a conſort of our warbling pypes, With mouing chriſtals th'iſſue of the rockes. And ſometime to refreſh vs after trauell, With flowrie garlands ſhielded from Sunne-beames We gazd vpon Pactolus golden grauell, Glaſſd, bathd, and quenchd our thirſt with his pure ſtreames: Whilſt we preferd, the Riuer ſeemd amazd, Vnto his golden bed, his graſſye bancke, And lay and lookd whereas our cattell grazd, Without all enuie of a greater ranke. That to repreſſe oppreſſion you take care, This reſt of ours is an effectuall token, Your Lawes like Spiders webs do not enſnare The feeble flies, and by the Bees are broken. For we by them are fenc'd from great mens pride, The Heau'ns perpetuate your proſp'rous raigne, And ſuffer not this ſauage Boare t'abide, To turne that eaſe which men haue ſpar'd to paine. What would ye then, that ſhould be done by me? For to repay your loſſe; repayre this wrong.