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.
And all those blessings Heaven did ever give, we pray upon this Bower may ever live. Kneel every Shepherd, whilst with powerful hand, I bless you after labours, and the Land. You feed your flocks upon Great Pan defend you. From misfortune and amend you, Keep you from those dangers still, That are followed by your will: Give ye means to know at length, All your Riches all your strength. Cannot keep your foot from falling, To lewd lust, that still is calling, At your cottage, till his power, Bring again that golden hour: Of peace and rest, to every soul. May his care of you control, All diseases, sores or pain, That in after time may reign, Either in your flocks or you, Give ye all affections new. New desires and tempers new, That ye may be ever true. Now rise and go, and as ye pass away, Sing to the God of sheep, that happy lay: That honest Dorus taught ye, Dorus he, That was the soul and God of melody. All ye Woods, and Trees, and Bowers, All ye virtues, and ye powers: That inhabit in the lakes, In the pleasant springs or brakes. Move your feet, to our sound: Whilst we greet, all this ground. With his honour and his name. That defends our flocks from blame. He is great, and he is just, He is ever good and must: Thus be honoured, Daffodils, Roses, Pinks, and loved lilies. Let us fling, Whilst we sing, Ever holy, Ever holy. Ever honoured, ever young, Thus great Pan is ever sung. Thou divinest, fairest, brightest, Thou most powerful maid, and whitest. Thou most virtuous, and most blessed, Eyes of Stars and Golden Tressed, Like Apollo, tell me sweetest, What new service now is meetest. For thee Satire shall I stray, In the middle Air and stay, Thy sailing Rack or nimbly take, Hold by the Moon, and gently make. Suit to the pale Queen of the night, For a Beam to give thee light, Shall I dive into the Sea, And bring the coral making way, Through the rising waves that fall, In snowy fleeces, dearest shall, I catch the wanton fawns, or flies, Whose woven wings the Summer dies, For many colours get thee fruit, Or steal from Heaven old Orpheus' Lute All these I venture for and more, To do her service, all these Woods adore No other Service Satire but thy watch, About these Thicks least harmless people catch, Mischief or sad mischance. Holy virgin, I will dance, Round about these woods as quick, As the breaking light, and prick, Down the lawns, and down the vales, Faster than the Windmill sails. So I take my leave and pray, All the comforts of the day: Such as Phoebus' heat doth send, On the Earth may still be friend, Thee and this Arbour. And to thee, All thy master's love be free. The Pastoral of the faithful Shepherdess.
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Length
492 words · 666 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pancross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.743 (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)
And all those blessings Heauen did euer giue, Wee praye vpon this Bower may euer liue. Kneele euery Shepheard, whilst with powerful hand, I blesse you after labours, and the Land. You feede your flocks vpon Great Pan defend you. From misfortune and amend you, Keepe you from those dangers still, That are followed by your will: Giue yee meanes to know at lenght, All your Ritches all your strenght. Cannot keepe your foot from falling, To lewd lust, that still is calling, At your cottage, till his power, Bring againe that golden howre: Of peace and rest, to euery soule. May his care of you controle, All diseases, sores or payne, That in after time may raigne, Eyther in your flocks or you, Giue yee all affections new. New desires and tempers new, That yee may be euer true. Now rise and go, and as ye passe away, Sing to the God of sheepe, that happy laye: That honest Drus taught yee, Dorus hee, That was the soule and God of melody. All yee Woodes, and Trees, and Bowers, All ye vertues, and yee powers: That inhabit in the lakes, In the pleasant springs or brakes. Moue your feete, to our sound: Whilst wee greete, all this ground. With his honour and his name. That defendes our flockes from blame. Hee is great, and he is iust, Hee is euer good and must: Thus be honnerd, Daffadillyes, Roses, Pinckes, and loued Lillyes. Let vs fling, Whilst wee sing, Euer holy, Euer holy. Euer honerd, euer young, Thus great Pan is euer sung. Thou deuinest, fayrest, brightest, Thou most powerfull mayd, and whitest. Thou most vertuous, and most blessed, Eyes of Starrs and Golden Tressed, Like Apollo, tell me sweetest, What new seruice now is meetest. For thee Satyre shall I stray, In the middle Ayre and staye, Thy Sayling Racke or nimbly take, Hold by the Moone, and gently make. Suite to the pale Queene of the night, For a Beame to giue thee light, Shall I diue into the Sea, And bring the corrall making way, Through the rising waues that fall, In snowy fleeces, deerest shall, I catch the wanton fawnes, or flyes, Whose wouen wings the Summer dyes, For many coulours get thee fruit, Or steale from Heauen old Orpheus Lute All these I venter for and more, To do her seruice, all these Woods adore No other Seruice Satyre but thy watch, About these Thicks least harmlesse people catch, Mischiefe or sad mischance. Holy virgin, I will daunce, Round about these woods as quick, As the breaking light, and pricke, Downe the lawnes, and downe the vales, Faster then the Windmill sayles. So I take my leaue and praye, All the comforts of the day: Such as Phaebus heate doth send, On the Earth may still be friend, Thee and this Arbor. And to thee, All thy masters loue be free. The Pastorall of the faithfull Shepheardesse.