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 0.84 · 529 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
Thou hadst no fame, that which thou didst like good Was but thy Appetite that swayed thy blood, For that time to the best, for as a blast, That through a house comes, usually doth cast, Things out of order: yet by chance may come, And blow some one thing to his proper room, So did thy Appetite, and not thy zeal. Sway thee by chance to do some one thing well. Yet turn. Thou dost but try me if I would. Forsake thy dear embraces for my old Loves though he were alive, but do not fear, I do contemn thee now: and dare come near. And gaze upon thee, for methinks that grace: Austerity, which sat upon that face, Is gone, and thou like others false maid see, This is the gain of foul Inconstance, 'tis done great: Pan, I give thee thanks for it, What Art could not have healed, is cured by wit, Will ye be constant yet, will ye remove, Into the Cabin to your buried love, Noah let me die, but by thy side remain, there's none shall know that thou didst ever stain, Thy worthy strictness, but shalt honoured be And I will lie again under this tree, And pine and die for thee with more delight, Than I have sorrow now to know thee light, Let me have thee, and I'll be where thou wilt. Thou art of women's race and full of guilt, Farewell all hope of that sex, whilst I thought, There was one good, I feared to find one nought But since there minds I all alike espy Hence forth I'll choose as theirs, by mine eye, Blessed be ye powers that gave such quick redress, And for my labours sent so good success, I rather choose though I a woman be, He should speak ill of all, then die for me. shepherds, rise and shake of sleep. See the blushing Morn doth peep, Through the windows, whilst the Sun To the Mountain tops is run, Gilding all the vales below, With his rising flames which grow, Greater by his climbing still. Up ye lazy grooms and fill, bag and Bottle for the field, Clasp your cloaks fast lest they yield, To the bitter north-east wind, Call the Maidens up and find. Who lay longest, that she may, Go without a friend all day. Then reward your dogs and pray, Pan to keep you from decay, So unfold, and then away What not a Shepherd stirring sure the grooms, Have found their beds to easy, or the Rooms. filled with such new delight, and heat that they, Have both forgot their hungry sheep, and day, Knock that they may remember what a shame, Sloth and neclect, lays on a shepherds name. It is to little purpose, not a swain, This night hath known his lodging, here; or lain, Within these coats: the woods or some near town, that is a neighbour to the bordering down: Hath drawn them thither, 'bout some lusty sport; Or spiced wassail bowl, to which resort. All the young men and maids of many a coat, Whilst the Trim, Minstrel strikes his merry note.
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Length
529 words · 685 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pancross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.843 (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)
Thon hadst no fame, that which thou didst like good Was but thy Appetite that swayed thy bloud, For tha time to the best, for as a blast, That through a nouse comes, vsually doth cast, Things out of order: yet by chaunce may come, And blowe some one thinge to his proper rome, Soe did thy Appetite, and not thy zeale. Swaye the by chaunce to do some one thing well. Yet turne. Thou dost but trye me if I would. Forsake thy deere imbraces for my ould Loues though he were aliue, but doe not feare I doe contemne thee nowe: and dare come neare. And gayse vppon thee, for me thinkes that grace: Austeritye, which satt vppon that ace, Is gone, and thou like others false mayde see, This is the gaine of foule Inconstance, Tis done great: Pan, I giue thee thankes for it, What Art could not haue heald, is curd by witt, Will ye be constant yet, will ye remooue, Into the Cabin to your buryed loue, Noe lett me dye, but by thy side remayne, Ther's none shall knowe that thou didst euer stayne, Thy worthy stricknes, but shalt honnerd bee And I will lye againe vnder this tree, And pine and dye for thee with more delight, Then I haue sorrow now to know thee light, Let mee haue thee, and Ile be where thou wilt. Thou art of womens race and full of guilt, Farewell all hope of that sex, whilst I thought, There was one good, I feared to find one nought But since there minds I all alike espie Hence foorth Ile chuse as thers, by mine eye, Blest be yee powers that gaue such quicke redresse, And for my labours sent so good successe, I rather chuse though I a woman bee, He should speake ill of all, then dye for me. Shepheards, rise and shake of sleepe. See the blushing Morne doth peepe, Through the windowes, whilst the Sue To the Mountayne topps is runne, Gilding all the vales below, With his rising flames which grow, Greater by his climing still. Vp ye lazy groomes and fill, Bagg and Bottle for the fielde, Claspe your cloakes fast lest they yeeld, To the bitter Northeast wind, Call the Maydens vp and find. Who laye longest, that she may, Go without a friend all daye. Then reward yonr dogs and praye, Pan to keepe you from decay, So vnfold, and then away What not a Shepheard stirring sure the groomes, Haue found their bed to easie, or the Roomes. Fillde with such new delight, and heat that they, Haue both forgot their hungry sheepe, and day, Knock that they may remember what a shame, Sloath and neclect, layes on a Shepheards name. It is to little purpose, not a swayne, This night hath knowne his lodging, heere; or layne, Within these cotes: the woods or some neere towne, that is a neighbour to the bordering downe: Hath drawne them thether, bout some lusty sport; Or spiced wassal Boule, to which resort. All the young men and maydes of many a coate, Whilst the Trim, Minstrell strikes his merry note.