Lovers Made Men (The Masque at Lord Hay's) · chunk 2 of 2
Jonson, Ben · published 1641 · first performed or written 1617 [Feb 22] (Annals) masque T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs typicality 0.88 · 426 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
'Twere insolence, to think his powers Can work on us; or equal ours. Return, Return, Like lights to burn On earth, For others good: Your second birth Will fame old LETHE'S flood, And warn a world, That now are hoorld About in tempest, how they prove Shadows for Love. Leap forth: your light it is the nobler made, By being strooke out of a shade. WHy, now you take me! these are rites That grace Loves days, and crown his nights! These are the motions, I would see, And praise, in them that follow me! Not sighs, nor tears, nor wounded hearts, Nor flames, nor ghosts: but airy parts Tried, and refined as yours have been, And such they are, I glory in Look, look unto this snaky rod, And stop your ears, against the charming god; His every word, falls from him, is a snare: Who have so lately known him, should beware. Come, do not call it CUPIDS' crime, You were thought dead before your time. If thus you move to HERMES will Alone; you will be thought so still. Go, take the Ladies forth, and talk, And touch, and taste too: Ghosts can walk. Betwixt eyes, tongues, hands, the mutual strife Is bred, that tries the truth of life. They do, indeed, like dead men move, That think they live, and not in love! Nay, you should never have left of: But stayed, and heard your CUPID scoff, To find you in the line you were. Your too much wit, breeds too much fear. Good Fly, good night. But will you go? Can you leave LOVE, and he entreat you so? Here, take my quiver, and my bow, My torches too; that you, by all, may know I mean no danger to your stay: This night, I will created my holiday, And be yours naked, and entire. As if that LOVE, disarmed, were less a fire? Away, away. Yet jest that VENUS' wanton Son, Should with the world, be quite undone, For your fair sakes (you brighter stars, Who have beheld these civil wars.) FATE is content, these Lovers here Remain still such: so LOVE will swear Never to force them act to do, But what he will call HERMES too. I swear: and with like cause thank MERCURY, As these have, to thank him, and destiny. All than take cause of joy: for who hath not? Old LETHE, that their follies are forgot; We, that their lives unto their fates they fit: They, that they still shall love, and love with wit.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 70–133 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 2 of 2 in this edition
Length
426 words · 579 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T21 — Cupid, Venus and the nymphscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.876 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T21 · seed 44: T24 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
'Twere inſolence, to thinke his powres Can worke on us; or equall ours. REturne, Returne, Like lights to burne On earth, For others good: Your ſecond birth Will fame old LETHES flood, And warne a world, That now are hoorld About in tempeſt, how they prove Shadowes for Love. Leape forth: your light it is the nobler made, By being ſtrooke out of a ſhade. WHy, now you take me! theſe are rites That grace Loves dayes, and crowne his nights! Theſe are the motions, I would ſee, And praiſe, in them that follow mee! Not ſighes, nor tears, nor wounded hearts, Nor flames, nor ghoſts: but ayrie parts Try'd, and refin'd as yours have bin, And ſuch they are, I glory in Looke, looke unto this ſnakie rod, And ſtop your eares, againſt the charming god; His every word, falls from him, is a ſnare: Who have ſo lately knowne him, ſhould beware. Come, doe not call it CVPIDS crime, You were thought dead before your time. If thus you move to HERMES will Alone; you will be thought ſo ſtill. Goe, take the Ladies forth, and talke, And touch, and taſte too: Ghoſts can walke. 'Twixt eyes, tongues, hands, the mutuall ſtrife Is bred, that tries the truth of life. They doe, indeed, like dead men move, That thinke they live, and not in love! Nay, you ſhould never have left off: But ſtay'd, and heard your CVPID ſcoff, To finde you in the line you were. Your too much wit, breeds too much feare. Good Flie, good night. But will you go? Can you leave LOVE, and he intreat you ſo? Here, take my quiver, and my bow, My torches too; that you, by all, may know I meane no danger to your ſtay: This night, I will create my holiday, And be yours naked, and entire. As if that LOVE, diſ-arm'd, were leſſe a fire? Away, away. Yet leſt that VENVS wanton Sonne, Should with the world, be quite undone, For your faire ſakes (you brighter ſtarres, Who have beheld theſe civill warres.) FATE is content, theſe Lovers here Remaine ſtill ſuch: ſo LOVE will ſweare Never to force them act to doo, But what he will call HERMES too. I ſweare: and with like cauſe thanke MERCVRY, As theſe have, to thanke him, and deſtiny. All then take cauſe of joy: for who hath not? Old LETHE, that their follies are forgot; We, that their lives unto their fates they fit: They, that they ſtill ſhall love, and love with wit.