Fletcher, John · published 1610 · first performed or written 1608 [1608-1609] (Annals) pastoral; tragicomedy · Children of the Queen's Revels T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan typicality 0.86 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
Yet am I poorer than I was before. Is it not strange, among so many a score Of lusty bloods, I should pick out these things whose veins like a dull river far from springs, Is still the same, slow, heavy, and unfit For stream or motion, though the strong winds hit With their continual power upon his sides? O happy be your names that have been brides: And tasted those rare sweets, for which I pine, And far more heavy be thy grief and tine. Thou lazy swain that mayst relieve my needs, Than his upon whose liver always feeds A hungry vulture. Can such beauty be Safe in his own guard, and not draw the eye Of him that passeth on to greedy gaze, Or covetous desire, whilst in a maze The better part contemplates, giving rain And wished freedom to the labouring vain? Fairest and whitest, may I crave to know, The cause of your retirement, why ye go Thus all alone? methinks the downs are sweeter And the young company of swains more meeter, Than these forsaken and untrodden places. Give not yourself to loneness, and those graces Hide from the eyes of men, that were intended To live amongst us swains. Thou art befriended, Shepherd in all my life, I have not seen, A man in whom greater contents hath been, Than thou thyself art: I could tell thee more, Were there but any hope left to restore My freedom lost: o lend me all thy red, Thou shamefast morning, when from Tithon's bed Thou risest ever maiden. If for me, Thou sweetest of all sweets, these flashes be, Speak and be satisfied, o guide her tongue, My better angel, force my name among Her modest thoughts, that the first word may be, Alexis when the sun shall kiss the sea, Taking his rest by the white Thetis side, Meet in the holy wood, where I'll abide Thy coming Shepherd. If I stay behind, An everlasting dullness and the wind, That as he passeth by shuts up the stream, Of Reine or volga whilst the suns hot beam, Beats back again, cease me, and let me turn To coldness more than ice: oh how I burn And rise in youth and fire! I dare not stay. My name shall be your word. Fly fly thou day, My grief is great if both these boys should fail, He that will use all winds must shift his sail. shepherds all, and maidens fair, Fold your flocks up, for the Air gins to thicken, and the Sun Already his great course hath run, See the dew drops how they kiss Every little flower that is: Hanging on their velvet heads, Like a rope of crystal beads. See the heavy clouds loud falling And bright Hesperus down calling, The dead night from under ground, At whose rising mists unsound, damps, and vapours fly apace, Hovering o'er the wanton face,
nodes 531–599 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 9 of 40 in this edition
Length
490 words · 627 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pancross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.856 (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)
Yet am I poorer then I was before. Is it not strange, among so many ascore Of lusty bloods, I should picke out these thinges whose vaines like a dull riuer farre from springs, Is still the same, slowe, heauy, and vnfit For streame or motion, though the strong windes hit With their continuall power vpon his sides? O happy be your names that haue bene brides: And tasted those rare sweetes, for which I pine, And farre more heauy be thy griefe and tine. Thou lazy swaine that maist relieue my needes, Then his vppon whose liuer alwaies feedes A hungry vulture. Can such beautie be Safe in his owne guard, and not draw the eye Of him that passeth on to greedy gaze, Or couetous desire, whilst in a maze The better part contemplates, giuing raine And wished freedome to the labouring vaine? Fairest and whitest, may I craue to knowe, The cause of your retirement, why ye goe Thus all alone? me thinkes the downes are sweeter And the young company of swaines more meeter, Then these forsaken and vntroden places. Giue not your selfe to lonenesse, and those graces Hide from the eies of men, that were intended To liue amongst vs swaines. Thou art befriended, Shepheard in all my life, I haue not seene, A man in whome greater contents hath beene, Then thou thy selfe art: I could tell thee more, Were there but any hope left to restore My freedome lost: ô lend me all thy red, Thou shamefast morning, when from Tithons bed Thou risest euer maiden. If for me, Thou sweetest of all sweets, these flashes be, Speake and be satisfied, ô guide her tongue, My better angell, force my name among Hir modest thoughts, that the first word may be, Alexis when the sunne shall kisse the sea, Taking his est by the white Thetis side, Meet in the holy wood, where Ile abide Thy comming Shepheard. If I stay behinde, An euerlasting dulnesse and the winde, That as he passeth by shuts vp the streame, Of Reine or volga whilst the sunnes hot beame, Beats backe againe, ceaze me, and let me turne To coldenesse more then yce: oh how I burne And rise in youth and fier! I dare not stay. My name shall be your word. Fly fly thou day, My griefe is great if both these boyes should faile, He that will vse all windes must shift his saile. Shepheards all, and maidens faire, Fold your flockes vp, for the Aire Ginns to thicken, and the Sunne Already his great course hath runne, See the dew drops how they kisse Euery little flower that is: Hanging on their veluet heads, Like a rope of christal beades. See the heauy cloudes lowde falling And bright Hesperus downe calling, The dead night from vnder ground, At whose rysing mistes vnsound, damps, and vapours fly apace, Houering ore the wanton face,