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 0.74 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
Of these pastures, where they come, Striking dead both bud and bloom, Therefore from such danger lock Every one his loved flock, And let your dogs lie loose without, lest the Wolf come as a scout From the mountain, and ere day Bear a Lamb or Kid away: Or the crafty thievish Fox, Break upon your simple flocks, To secure yourselves from these, Be not too secure in ease, Let one eye his watches keep, Whilst the other eye doth sleep. So you shall good Shepherds prove, And for ever hold the love Of our great God: sweetest slumbers And soft silence fall in numbers On your eyelids: so farewell, Thus I end my evenings knell. Now let me know what my best Art hath done, Helped by the great power of the virtuous moon, In her full light, o you sons of earth, You only brood, unto whose happy birth Virtue was given, holding more of nature Than man her first borne & most perfect creature. Let me adore you, you that only can, Help or kill nature, drawing out that span Of life and breath, even to the end of time, You that these hands did crop, long before prime Of day, give me your names, and next your hidden power. This is the Clote bearing a yellow flower: And this black Horehound, both are very good, For sheep or shepherd, bitten by a wood Dogs venomed tooth, these Ramun's branches are, Which stuck in entries, or about the bar That holds the door fast, kill all the enchantments, charms, Were they Medea's verses that do harms To men or cattle: these for frenzy be A speedy and a sovereign remedy. The bitter Wormwood, Sage, and Marigold, Such sympathy with man's good they do hold: This Tormentil whose virtue is to part All deadly killing poison from the heart, And here Narcissus' root, for swellings best: Yellow Lecimacus, to give sweet rest To the faint Shepherd, killing where it comes, All busy gnats, and every fly that hums, For leprosy, Darnell, and Sellondine, With Calamint, whose virtue do refine The blood of Man, making it free and fair, As the first hour it breathed, or the best air. Here other to, but your rebellious use, Is not form, whose goodness is abuse, Therefore foul standergrass, from me and mine I banish thee, with lustful Turpentine, You that entice the veins, and stir the heat To civil mutiny, scaling the seat Our reason moves in, and deluding it With dreams and wanton fancies, till the fit Of burning lust be quenched by appetite, Robbing the soul of blessedness and light: And thou light vermin to, thou must go after Provoking easy souls to mirth and laughter, No more shall I dip thee in water now, And sprinkle every post, and every bow With thy well pleasing juice, to make the grooms, Swell with high mirth as with joy all the rooms.
nodes 600–667 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 10 of 40 in this edition
Length
492 words · 651 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pancross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.745 (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)
Of these pastures, where they come, Striking dead both budd and bloome, Therefore from such danger locke Euery one his loued flocke, And let your dogs lye loose without, Least the Woolfe come as a scout From the mountaine, and ere day Beare a Lambe or Kid away: Or the crafty theeuish Foxe, Breake vpon your simple flockes, To secure your selues from these, Be not too secure in ease, Let one eie his watches keepe, Whilst the tother eie doth sleepe. So you shall good Shepheards proue, And for euer hold the loue Of our great God: sweeeest slumbers And soft silence fall in numbers On your eye-lids: so farewell, Thus I end my euenings knell. Now let me know what my best Art hath done, Helpt by the great power of the vertuous moone, In her full light, ô you sonnes of earth, You onely brood, vnto whose happy birth Virtue was giuen, holding more of nature Then man her first borne & most perfect creature. Let me adore you, you that onely can, Helpe or kill nature, drawing out that span Of life and breath, euen to the end of time, You that these hands did crop, long before prime Of day, giue me your names, and next your hidden power. This is the Clo bearing a yellowe flowre: And this blacke Horehound, both are very good, For sheepe or shepheard, bitten by a wood Dogs venomd tooth, these Ramuns branches are, Which stucke in entries, or about the barre That holds the dore fast, kill all the inchantments, charmes, Were they Medea verses that do harmes To men or cattel: these for frenzy be A peedy and a soueraigne remedie. The bitter Wormewood, Sage, and Marigold, Such simpathy with mans good they do hold: This Tormenl whose vertue is to part All deadly killing poison from the heart, And heere Narcissus roote, for swellings best: Yellow Lcimacus, to giue sweete rest To the faint Shepheard, killing where it comes, All busie gnats, and euery fly that hummes, For leprosie, Darnell, and Sellondine, With Calamint, whose vetues do resine The blood of Man, making it free and faire, As the first houre it breath'd, or the best aire. Heere other to, but your rebellious vse, Is not frme, whose goodnes is abuse, Therefore foule standergrasse, from me and mine I banish thee, with lustfull Turpentine, You that intice the vaines, and stirre the heat To ciuill muteny, scaling the seate Our reason moues in, and deluding it With dreames and wanton fancies, till the fit Of burning lust be quencht by appetite, Robbing the soule of blessednes and light: And thou light Varin to, thou must goe after Prouoking easie soules to mirth and laughter, No more shall I dip thee in water now, And sprinckle euery post, and euery bow With thy well pleasing iuice, to make the gromes, Swell with high mirth as with ioy all the romes.