Fletcher, John · published 1610 · first performed or written 1608 [1608-1609] (Annals) pastoral; tragicomedy · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan · 518 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
Do not fear to put thy feet, Naked in the River sweet, Think not leech, or Newt, or Toad, Will bite thy foot, when thou hast trod, Not let the water rising high As thou wadest in make thee cry: And sob, but ever live with me. And not a wave shall trouble thee. Immortal power, there rul'st this holy flood, I know myself, unworthy to be wooed, By the a God, for ere this, but for thee: I should have shown my weak Mortality, Besides by holy Oath betwixt us twain, I am betrothed unto a shepherd Swain, Whose comely face; I know the Gods above: May make me leave to see; but not to love, may he prove to thee as true: Fairest virgin now adieu, I must make my waters fly, lest they leave their Channels dry. And beasts, that come unto the spring Miss their mornings watering. Which I would not, for of late. All the Neighbour people sat. One my banks and from the fold, Tow white Lambs of three weeks Old, Offered to my deity, For which this year they shall be free From raging floods that as they pass, Leave their gravel in the grass, Nor shall their Meads be over flown, When their grass is newly moan, For thy kindness to me shown, Never from thy banks be blown, Any Tree; with windy force. Cross thy streams to stop thy Course, May no Beast that comes to drink With his horns cast down thy brink May non that for thy fish do look, Cut thy banks to dam thy Brook: Barefoot may no Neighbour wade: In thy cool streams? wife nor maid, When the spawns one stones do lie, To wash their Hemp and spoil the fry. Thanks Virgin, I must down again. Thy wound will put thee to no pain. Wonder not, so soon 'tis gone; A holy hand was laid upon. And I unhappy borne to be. Must follow him, that flies from me, She is untrue unconstant, and unkind, she's gone she's gone, blow high thou North west wind, And raise the Sea to Mountains: let the Trees, That dare oppose thy Raging fury lose Their firm foundation: Creep into the earth, And shake the world as at the monstrous birth, Of some new prodigy, whilst I constant stand, Holding this trusty boarspear in my hand, And falling thus upon it. Stay thy dead doing hand thou art to hot, Against thyself believe me comely Swain, If that thou diest, not all the showers of Rain. The heavy Clouds send down can wash away: The foul unmanly guilt, the world will lay, Upon thee, yet thy love untainted stands: Believe me she is constant, not the sands, Can be so hardly numbered as she won: I do not trifle, shepherd, by thee Moon, And all those lesser lights our eyes do view All that I could thee Perigot is true, Then be a freeman, put away despair, And will to die, smooth gently up that fair, Dejected forehead: be as when those eyes, Took the first heat,
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Doe not feare to put thy feete, Naked in the Riuer sweete, Thinke not leach, or Neue, or Toad, Will byte thy foote, when tho hast trod, Not et the water rising hye As thou wadest in make thee cry: And sobb, but euer lie with mee. And not a waue shall trouble thee. Immortall power, ther rul't this holy lud, I know my selfe, vnworthy to be woed, By the a God, for ere this, but or thee: I should haue showne my weake Mortallitie, Besides by holy Oath betwixt vs twaine, I am be throthd vnto a Sheaphard Swaine, Whose comely face; I know the Gods aboue: May make mee leaue to see; but not to loue, Maye hee proue to thee as rewe: Fayrest virgin now adue, I must make my waters flye, Least they leaue ther Channells dry. And beasts, that come vnto the spring Misse ther mornings watringe. Which I would not, for of late. All the Neighbour people sate. One my banckes and from the fold, Tow white Lambs of three weeks Old, Offered to my Dietie, For which this yeare they shall bee free From raging floods that as they passe, Leaue their grauell in the grasse, Nor shall their Meades be ouer flowne, When their grasse is newly moane, For thy kindnesse to me showne, Neuer from thy bancks be blowne, Any Tree; with windy force. Crosse thy streames to stopp thy Course, May no Beast that comes to drincke With his Hornes cast downe thy brincke May non that for thy fishe doe looke, Cutt thy banckes to damme thy Brooke: Bare-foote may no Neighbour wade: In thy coole streames? wife nor mayde, When the spawns one stones do lye, To wash ther Hempe and spoyle the frye. Thankes Virgin, I must downe againe. Thy wound will put thee to noe paine. Wonder not, so soone tis gone; A holy hand was layd vppon. And I vnhappye borne to bee. Must follow him, that flyes from mee, Shee is vntrue vnconstant, and vnkinde, Shee's gone shee's gone, blow hygh thou North west winde, And rayse the Sea to Mountaynes: let the Trees, That dare oppose thy Raging fury leese Their firme foundation: Creepe into the eath, And shake the world as at the monstrus brth, Of some new Prodegey, whilst I constant stand, Holdinge this trusty Bore-Speare in my hand, And falling thus vppon it. Stay hy dead doing hand thou art to hott, Against thy selfe belieue me comely Swaine, If that thou dyest, not all the showers of Rayne. The heauy Clowdes send downe can wash away: The oule vnmanly guilt, the world will lay, Vppon thee, yet thy loue vntainted stands: Belieue mee shee is constant, not the sands, Can bee so hardly numbred as shee wunn: I do not triffle, Sheapard, by thee Moone, And all those lesser lights our eyes doe vewe All that I could thee Perigot is true, Then bee a freeman, put away dispayre, And will to dye, smooth gently vp that fayre, Deiected forehead: be as when those eyes, Tooke the first heat,