The Queen's Arcadia (Arcadia Reformed) · chunk 13 of 41
Daniel, Samuel · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [Aug 30] (Annals) pastoral · before the Court T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.66 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
And with how clean a heart, how clear a faith Palaemon loved Silvia, and how long. And when consumed with grief, and dried with care. even at the point to sacrifice my life Unto her cruelty, then lo she yields, And was content for ever to be mine: And gave m'assurance underneath her hand, Signed with a faithful vow, as I conceived, And witnessed with many a lovely kiss, That I thought sure I had attained my bliss. And yet (ay me) I goat not what I got, Silvia I have, and yet I have her not. How may that be, Palaemon pray thee tell? O know Mirtillus that I rather could Run to some hollow cave, and burst and die In darkness, and in horror, then unfold Her shameful stain, and mine own infamy. But yet it will abroad, her impudence willbe the trumpet of her own disgrace, And fill the wide, and open mouth of fame So full, as all the world shall know the same. Why what is Silvia false, or is she gone? Silvia is false and I am quite undone. Ah out alas whoever would have thought, That modest look, so innocent a face, So chaste a blush, that shamefast countenance, Could ever have told how to wantonise? Ah what shall we poor lovers hope for now Who must to win, consume, and having won With hard and much ado, must be undone? Ah but Mirtillus if thou didst know who Is now the man, her choice hath lighted on, How wouldst thou wonder? for that passes all, That I abhor to tell: yet tell I shall; For all that would will shortly know't too well: It is base Thyrsis that wild harebrain youth Whom every milkmaid in Arcadia scorns: Thyrsis is now the man with whom she walks Alone, in thickets, and in groves remote. Thyrsis is all in all, and none but he, With him she dally, under every tree. Trust women? ah Mirtillus, rather trust The Summer winds, th'ocean's constancy, For all their substance is but levity: Light are their waving veils, light their attires, Light are their heads, and lighter their desires: Let them lay on what coverture they will Upon themselves, of modesty and shame, They cannot hide the woman with the same. Trust women? ah Mirtillus rather trust The false devouring Crocodiles of Nile, For all they work is but deceit and guile: What have they but is feigned? their hair is feigned, Their beauty feigned, their stature feigned, than pace, Their gesture, motion, and their grace is feigned And if that all be feigned without, what then Shall we suppose can be sincere within? For if they do but weep, or sing, or smile, Smiles, tears, and tunes, are engines to beguile. And all they are, and all they have of grace, Consists but in the outside of a face. O love and beauty, how are you ordained Like unto fire, whose flames far off delight, But if you be embraced consume us quite?
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506 words · 674 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.656 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: T10 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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And with how cleene a heart, how cleere a faith Palaemon loued Siluia, and how long. And when consum'd with griefe, and dri'd with care. Euen at the poynt to sacrifice my life Vnto her cruelty, then lo she yeelds, And was content for euer to be mine: And gaue m'assurance vnderneath her hand, Sign'd with a faithfull vow, as I conceiu'd, And witnessed with many a louely kisse, That I thought sure I had attaine'd my blisse. And yet (aye me) I gote not what I got, Siluia I haue, and yet I haue her not. How may that be, Palaemon pray thee tell? O know Mirtillus that I rather could Runne to some hollow caue, and burst and die In darknes, and in horrour, then vnfold Her shamefull staine, and mine owne infamie. But yet it will abrode, her impudence willbe the trumpet of her owne disgrace, And fill the wide, and open mouth of fame So full, as all the world shall know the same. Why what is Siluia false, or is she gone? Siluia is false and I am quite vndone. Ah out alasse who euer would haue thought, That modest looke, so innocent a face, So chast a blush, that shamefast countenance, Could euer haue told how to wantonise? Ah what shal we poore louers hope for now Who must to win, consume, and hauing wonne With hard and much adoe, must be vndone? Ah but Mirtillus if thou didst know who Is now the man, her choyse hath lighted on, How wouldst thou wonder? for that passes all, That I abhorre to tell: yet tell I shall; For all that would will shortly know't too well: It is base Thyrsis that wild hare-braine youth Whom euery milkmaid in Arcadia skornes: Thyrsis is now the man with whom she walkes Alone, in thickets, and in groues remote. Thyrsis is all in all, and none but he, With him she dallie, vnder euery tree. Trust women? ah Mirtillus, rather trust The Summer windes, th'Oceans constancie, For all their substance is but leitie: Light are their wauing vailes, light their attires, Light are their heads, and lighter their desires: Let them lay on what couerture they will Vpon themselues, of modestie and shame, They cannot hide the woman with the same. Trust women? ah Mirtillus rather trust The false deuouring Crocodiles of Nile, For all they worke is but deceipt and guile: What haue they but is faind? their haire is faind, Their beauty fain'd, their stature fain'd, then pace, Their iesture, motion, and their grace is fain'd And if that all be fain'd without, what then Shall we suppose can be sincere within? For if they do but weepe, or sing, or smile, Smiles, teares, and tunes, are ingins to beguile. And all they are, and all they haue of grace, Consists but in the out-side of a face. O loue and beautie, how are you ordaind Like vnto fire, whose flames farre of delight, But if you be imbrac'd consume vs quight?