Marston, John · published 1606 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs · 520 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
Where are we now, Cyllenian Mercurie? And thou quick issue of Ioues broken pate Aid and direct us: you better stars to knowledge Sweet constellations that affect pure oil, And holy vigil of the pale cheeked Muses, Give your best influence, that with able sprite, We may correct and please, giving full light, To every angle of this various sense, Works of strong birth, end better than commence. Thou mother of chaste dew, nights modest lamp, Thou by whose saint shine, the blushing lovers, join glowing cheeks, and mix their trembling lips. In vows well kissed, rise all as full of splendour, As my breast is of joy- You Genital, You fruitful well mixed heats: O bless the sheets, Of yonder chamber, that Ferrara's Dukedom, The race of princely issue be not cursed, And ended in abhorred barrenness. At length kill all my fears, nor let it rest, Once more my tremblings, that my too cold son, (That ever scorner of humaner loves) Will still contemn the sweets of marriage, Still kill our hope of name in his dull coldness, Let it be lawful to make use ye powers, Of humane weakness, that pursueth still, What is inhibited, and most affects, What is most difficult to be obtained: So we may learn, that nicer love's a shade, It follows fled, pursued, flies as afraid, And in the end close all the various errors Of passages, most truly comical: In moral learning with like confidence, Of him that vowed good fortune of the scene, Shall neither make him fat, or bad make lean. Ha, ha, ha. Why dost laugh fool, here's nobody with thee. Why, therefore do I laugh, because there's nobody with me, would I were a fool alone i'faith, I am come to attend let me go, I am sent to the princess, to come & attend her father to the end of Cupid's Parliament. Why, ha' they sat already upon any statutes? Sat I, all's agreed in the neither house: Why, are they divided? O in Cupid's Parliament, all the young gallants are a the neither house, and all the old signiors that can but only kiss are of the upper house: is the princess above? Noah sure, I think the princess is beneath, man, ha' they supped fool? O yes, the confusion of tongues, at the large Table is broke up, for see the presence fills; A fool, a fool, a fool my Coxcomb for a fool. Stop Ass, what's matter idiot? O gallants, my fools that were appointed to weight on Don Cupid. have launched out their ship to purge their stomachs on the water, and before Iupiter I fear, they will prove defective in their attendance. Pish, fool, they'll float in with the next tide. ay, but whence, that? let's see mine Almanac or prognostication. What, is this for this year? In true wisdom sir it is, Let me see the moon, fore pity, 'tis in the wane, what grief is this? that so great a planet should ever decline or lose splendore— full sea at- Where's the sign now fool? In Capricorn, Sir Amoroso.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Where are we now, Cyllenian Mercurie? And thou quicke issue of Ioues broken pate Aide and direct vs: you better stars to knowledge Sweete constellations that affect pure oyle, And holy vigill of the pale cheeckt Muses, Giue your best influence, that with able spright, We may correct and please, giuing full light, To euery angle of this various sense, Works of strong birth, end better then commence. Thou mother of chast dew, nightes modest lampe, Thou by whose saint shine, the blushing louers, Ioyne glowing cheekes, and mixe their trembling lips. In vowes well kiste, rise all as full of splendor, As my breast is of ioy- You Genitall, You fruitefull well mixt heates: O blesse the sheetes, Of yonder chamber, that Ferraraes Dukedome, The race of princely issue be not cursde, And ended in abhorred barrennes. At length kill all my feares, nor let it rest, Once more my tremblinges, that my too cold sonne, (That euer scorner of humainer loues) Will still contemne the sweetes of marriadge, Still kill our hope of name in his dull coldnes, Let it bee lawfull to make vse ye powers, Of humaine weakenes, that pursueth still, What is inhibited, and most affects, What is most difficult to be obtainde: So wee may learne, that nicer loue's a shade, It followes fled, pursude, flies as afraide, And in the end close all the various errors Of passages, most truely comicall: In morall learning with like confidence, Of him that vowde good fortune of the sceane, Shall neither make him fat, or bad make leane. Ha, ha, ha. Why dost laugh foole, heeres no body vvith thee. Why, therefore doe I laugh, because theres no body with me, would I were a foole alone I faith, I am come to attēd let me goe, I am sent to the Princes, to come & attend her father to the end of Cupids Parliament. Why, ha they sat already vpon any statutes? Sat I, all's agreede in the nether house: Why, are they diuided? O Im Cupids Parliament, all the young gallantes are a the nether house, and all the olde signiors that can but onely kisse are of the vpper house: is the Princes aboue? Noe sure, I thinke the Princes is beneath, man, ha they supt foole? O yes, the confusion of tongues, at the large Table is broke vppe, for see the presence filles; A foole, a foole, a foole my Coxcombe for a foole. Stoppe Asse, whats matter idiot? O gallants, my fooles that were appointed to waight on Don Cupid. haue launcht out their ship to purge their stomackes on the water, and before Iupiter I feare, they will proue defectiue in their attendance. Pish, foole, theyle float in with the next tide. I, but whens, that? lets see mine Almanacke or prognostication. What, is this for this yeare? In true wisedome sir it is, Let mee see the moone, fore pitty, tis in the wayne, what griefe is this? that so great a planet should euer decline or loose splendore — ful sea at- Wheres the signe now foole? In Capricorne, Sir Amoroso.