Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
But can we live here in this desert wood, If not, i'll die, for other places seem, Like tortures to my griefs, may I live here? ay, thou shalt live with me, and I will I tell thee Such strange occurrents of my forepast life, That all thy young sprung griefs shall seem but sparks To the great fire of my calamities; Then i'll live only with you for to hear, If any human woes can be like mine; Yet since my being in this darksome desert, I have read on trees most lamentable stories. 'tis true indeed, there's one within these woods Whose name is Albert, a man so full of sorrow, That one each tree he passeth by he earues, Such doleful lines for his rash follies past, That who so reads them, and not drowned in tears; Must have a heart framed forth of adamant. And can you help to the sight of him? I when thou wilt, bele often come to me, And at my Cave sit a whole winter's night, Recounting of his stories, I tell thee boy Had he offended more than did that man, Who stole the fire from heaven, his contrition Would appease all the gods, and quite revert Their wrath to mercy; but come my pretty boy Wele to my Cave, and after some repose, Relate the sequel of each others woes. What a way have I come, yet I know not whither, The airs so cold this winter season, I'm sure a fool, would any but an ass Leave a warm matted chamber and a bed, To run thus in the cold, and which is more, To seek a woman, a slight thing called woman, Creatures, with curious nature framed as I suppose, For rent receivers to her treasury; And why I think so now, I'll give you instance; Most men do know that nature's self hath made them, Most profitable members, then if so. By often trading in the common wealth They needs must be enriched, why very good, To whom ought beauty then repay this gain Which she by nature's gift hath profited; But unto nature? why all this I grant, Why then they shall no more be called woman, For I will style them thus, scorning their leave, Those that for nature do much rent receive. This is a wood sure, and as I have read, In woods are echoes which will answer men, To every question which they do propound: O are you there, have at ye then i'faith, Echo canst tell me whether men or women Are for the most part damned? Of both indeed, how true this Echo speaks, Echo, now tell me if 'mongst 1000. women, There be one chaste, or none?
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But can we liue here in this deſart wood, If not, ile die, for other places ſeeme, Like tortures to my griefes, may I liue here? I, thou ſhalt liue with me, and I will I tell thee Such ſtrang occurrents of my fore-paſt life, That all thy young ſprung griefes ſhall ſeeme but ſparkes To the great fire of my calamities; Then ile liue onely with you for to heare, If any humane woes can be like mine; Yet ſince my being in this darkeſome deſart, I haue read on tre moſt lamentable ſtories. Tis true indeed, theres one within theſe woods VVhoſe name is Albert, a man ſo full of ſorrow, That one each tree he paſſeth by he earues, Such dolefull lines for his raſh follies paſt, That who ſo reades them, and not drown'd in teares; Muſt haue a heart fram'd forth of Addamant. And can you helpe to the ſight of him? I when thou wilt, bele often come to me, And at my Caue ſit a whole winters night, Recounting of his ſtories, I tell thee boy Had he offended more then did that man, VVho ſtole the fire from heauen, his contrition VVould appeaſe all the gods, and quite reuert Their wrath to mercy; but come my pretty boy VVele to my Caue, and after ſome repoſe, Relate the ſequell of each others woes. What a way haue I come, yet I know not whither, The ayers ſo cold this winter ſeaſon, I'me ſure a foole, would any but an aſſe Leaue a warme matted chamber and a bed, To run thus in the cold, and which is more, To ſeeke a woman, a ſlight thing cald woman, Creatures, with curious nature fram'd as I ſuppoſe, For rent receauers to her treaſury; And why I thinke ſo now, Ile giue you inſtance; Moſt men doe know that natures ſelfe hath made them, Moſt profitable members, then if ſo. By often trading in the common wealth They needs muſt be inricht, why very good, To whom ought beauty then repaie this gaine VVhich ſhee by natures gift hath profited; But vnto nature? why all this I graunt, VVhy then they ſhall no more be called woman, For I will ſtile them thus, ſcorning their leaue, Thoſe that for nature doe much rent receaue. This is a wood ſure, and as I haue read, In woods are Eccho's which will anſwere men, To euery queſtion which they do propound: O are you there, haue at ye then ifaith, Echo canſt tell me whether men or women Are for the moſt part damb'd? Of both indeed, how true this Echo ſpeakes, Echo, now tel me if mongſt 1000. women, There be one chaſte, or none?