The Golden Age, or The Lives of Jupiter and Saturn · chunk 12 of 36
Heywood, Thomas · published 1611 · first performed or written 1610 [1609-1611] (Annals) classical legend or myth · Queen Anne's Men · Red Bull unassigned nearest T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
Hail beauteous Dian, Queen of shades, That dwells beneath these shadowy glades, Mistress of all those beauteous maids, That are by her allowed. Virginity we all profess, Abjure the worldly vain excess, And will to Diam yield no less Than we to her have vowed. The Shepherds, satyrs, nymphs, and Fawns, For thee will trip it o'er the lawns. Come to the Forest let us go, And trip it like the barren do, The Fawns and satyrs still do so, And freely thus they may do. The Fairy's dance, and satyrs sing, And on the grass tread many a ring, And to their caves their venison bring, And we will do as they do, The Shepherds, etc. Our food is honey from the Bees, And mellow fruits that drop from trees, In chase we climb the high degrees Of every steepy mountain, And when the weary day is past, We at the evening hie us fast, And after this our field repast, We drink the pleasant fountain. The Shepherds, etc. These sports, our Fawns, our Satyrs and ourselves; Make (fair Calisto) for your entertain: Pan the great God of Shepherds, and the Nymphs Of Meads and Fountains, that inhabit here, All give you welcome, with their Rural sports, Glad to behold a Princess of your birth A happy Citizen of these Meads and Groves. These Satyrs are our neighbours, and live here, With whom we have confirmed a friendly league And dwell in peace. Here is no City-craft. Here's no Court-flattery simpleness and sooth The harmless Chase, and strict Virginity Is all our practice. You have read our orders, And you have sworn to keep them, Fair Calisto. Speak, how esteem you them? With reverence. Great Queen, I am sequestered from the world, Even in my soul hate man's society, And all their lusts, suggestions, all Court-pleasures, And City-curiosities are vain, And with my finer temper ill agree, That now have vowed sacred virginity. We will not of your sorrows make recital So lately suffered by the hand of chance: We are from the world, & the blind Goddess Fortune We dare to do her worst, as living here Out of her reach: Us, she of force must spare, They can lose nothing, that for nothing care. Madam, devotion drew me to your service, And I am now your handmaid. where's Atlanta? madam. Is there no princess in our train, As yet unmatched to be her Cabin-fellow, And sleep by her? Madam, we all are coupled And twined in love, and hardly is there any That will be won to change her bedfellow. You must be single till the next arrive, She that is next admitted of our train, Must be her bed-companion, so 'tis lotted. Come Fawns, and Nymphs, and satires, girt us round Whilst we ascend our state, and here proclaim A general hunting in Diana's name.
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Haile beauteous Dian, Queene of shades, That dwels beneath these shadowie glades, Mistresse of all those beauteous maids, That are by her allowed. Virginitie we all professe, Abiure the worldlie vaine excesse, And will to Dyan yeeld no lesse Then we to her haue vowed. The Shepheards, Satirs, Nimphs, and Fawnes, For thee will trippe it ore the lawnes. Come to the Forrest let vs goe, And trip it like the barren Doe, The Fawnes and Satirs still do so, And freelie thus they may do. The Fairies daunce, and Satirs sing, And on the grasse tread manie a ring, And to their caues their ven'son bring, And we will do as they do, The Shepheards, &c. Our food is honie from the Bees, And mellow fruits that drop from trees, In chace we clime the high degrees Of euerie steepie mountaine, And when the wearie day is past, We at the euening hie vs fast, Aad after this our field repast, We drinke the pleasant fountaine. The Shepheards, &c. These sports, our Fawnes, our Satyrs and our selues; Make (faire Calisto) for your entertaine: Pan the great God of Shepheards, and the Nymphes Of Meades and Fountaines, that inhabite here, All giue you welcome, with their Rurall sports, Glad to behold a Princesse of your birth A happy Citizen of these Meades and Groues. These Satyrs are our neighbours, and liue here, With whom we haue confirm'd a friendly league And dwell in peace. Here is no City-craft. Here's no Court-flattery simplenesse and sooth The harmelesse Chace, and strict Virginity Is all our practise. You haue read our orders, And you haue sworne to keepe them, Faire Calisto. Speake, how esteeme you them? With reuerence. Great Queene, I am sequestred from the world, Euen in my soule hate mans society, And all their lusts, suggestions, all Court-pleasures, And City-curiosities are vaine, And with my finer temper ill agree, That now haue vow'd sacred verginity. We will not of your sorrowes make recitall So lately suffred by the hand of chance: We are from the world, & the blind Goddesse Fortune We dare to do her worst, as liuing here Out of her reach: Vs, she of force must spare, They can loose nothing, that for nothing care. Madam, deuotion drew me to your seruice, And I am now your hand-maid. Wher's Atlanta? Madame. Is there no princesse in our traine, As yet vnmatch'd to be her Cabin-fellow, And sleepe by her? Madam, we all are cuppled And twin'd in loue, and hardly is there any That will be wonne to change her bed-fellow. You must be single till the next arriue, She that is next admitted of our traine, Must be her bed-companion, so tis lotted. Come Fawns, and Nymphs, and Satyres, girt vs rownd Whilst we ascend our state, and here proclaime A generall hunting in Dianaes name.