Time Vindicated to Himself and to His Honors · chunk 6 of 6
Jonson, Ben · published 1641 · first performed or written 1623 [Jan 19] (Annals) masque · before the Court T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs typicality 0.74 · 523 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.
Cupid, you must not point in Court; Where live so many of a sort. Of Harmony these learned their speech, The Graces did them footing teach, And, at the old Idalian bralls, They danced your Mother down. She calls. Arm, arm than all. Young bloods come on, And charge: Let every man take one. And try his fate. These are fair wars. And will be carried without scars. A joining, but of feet, and hands. Is all the Time, and Love commands. Or if you do their gloves off-strip. Or taste the Nectar of the lip: See, so you temper your desires, For kisses, that ye suck not fires. The Courtly strife is done, it should appear, Between the Youths, and Beauties of the year, We hope that now these lights will know their sphere, And strive hereafter to shine ever here: Like brightest Planets, still to move In th'eye of Time, and orbs of Love. Hippolytus, Hippolytus. Diana? Shee. Be ready you, or Cephalus, To wait on me. We ever be. Your Goddess hath been wronged to night, By Love's report unto the Time. The injury, itself will right, Which only Fame hath made a crime. For Time is wise, And hath his ears as perfect as his eyes. Who's that descends? Diana? Yes. By like her troop she hath begun to miss. Let's meet, and question what her errand is. She will prevent thee, Saturn, not t' ●●●us● Herself unto thee, rather to complain That thou and Venus both should so abuse The name of Diana, as to entertain A thought, that she had purpose to defraud The Time, of any glories that ne'er his: To do Time honour rather, and applaud His worth, hath been her study. And it is. I called these Youth's forth; in their blood; and prime (Out of the honour, that I bore their parts) To make them fit so to serve the Time By labour, riding, and those ancient arts, That first enabled men unto the wars, And furnished Heaven with so many Stars: As Perseus, Castor, Pollux, and the rest, Who were of Hunters first, of Men the best; Whose shades do yet remain within yond groves, Themselves there sporting with their nobler loves: And so may these do, if the Time give leave. Chast Diane's purpose we do now conceive, And yield thereto. And so doth Love. All Votes do in one circle move. Turn Hunters than, again. Hunting, it is the noblest exercise, Makes men laborious, active, wise, Brings health, and doth the spirits delight, It help's the hearing, and the sight: It teacheth arts that never slip The memory, good horsemanship, Search, sharpness, courage, and defence, And chaseth all ill habits thence. Turn Hunters than, again, But not of men. Fellow his ample; And just example, That hates all chase of malice, and of blood: And studies only ways of good, To keep soft Peace in breath. Man should not hunt Mankind to death, But strike the enemies of Man; Kill vices if you can: They are your wildest beasts. And when they thickest fall, you make the Gods true feasts.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 367–453 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 6 of 6 in this edition
Length
523 words · 722 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T21 — Cupid, Venus and the nymphscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.744 (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)
Cupid, you muſt not point in Court; Where live ſo many of a ſort. Of Harmony theſe learn'd their ſpeech, The Graces did them footing teach, And, at the old Idalian bralls, They daunc'd your Mother downe. Shee calls. Arme, arme then all. Young blouds come on, And charge: Let every man take one. And try his fate. Theſe are faire warres. And will be carried without ſcarres. A joyning, but of feet, and hands. Is all the Time, and Love commands. Or if you doe their gloves off-ſtrip. Or taſte the Nectar of the lip: See, ſo you temper your deſires, For kiſſes, that yee ſucke not fires. The Courtly ſtrife is done, it ſhould appeare, Betweene the Youths, and Beauties of the yeare, Wee hope that now theſe lights will know their ſpheare, And ſtrive hereafter to ſhine ever here: Like brighteſt Planets, ſtill to move In th'eye of Time, and orbes of Love. Hippolitus, Hippolitus. Diana? Shee. Be ready you, or Cephalus, To waite on me. Wee ever be. Your Goddeſſe hath beene wrong'd to night, By Loves report unto the Time. The injury, it ſelfe will right, Which only Fame hath made a crime. For Time is wiſe, And hath his eares as perfect as his eyes. Who's that deſcends? Diana? Yes. By like her troope ſhee hath begun to miſſe. Let's meet, and queſtion what her errand is. Shee will prevent thee, Saturne, not t' uſ Her-ſelfe unto thee, rather to complaine That thou and Venus both ſhould ſo abuſe The name of Dian, as to entertaine A thought, that ſhe had purpoſe to defraud The Time, of any glories that nere his: To doe Time honour rather, and applaud His worth, hath beene her ſtudy. And it is. I call'd theſe Youth's forth; in their bloud; and prime (Out of the honour, th I bore their parts) To make them fitter ſo to ſerve the Time By labour, riding, and thoſe ancient arts, That firſt enabled men unto the warres, And furniſh'd Heaven with ſo many Starres: As Perſeus, Caſtor, Pollux, and the reſt, Who were of Hunters firſt, of Men the beſt; Whoſe ſhades doe yet remaine within yond' groves, Themſelves there ſporting with their nobler loves: And ſo may theſe doe, if the Time give leave. Chaſt Dians purpoſe we doe now conceive, And yeeld thereto. And ſo doth Love. All Votes doe in one circle move. Turne Hunters then, agen. Hunting, it is the nobleſt exerciſe, Makes men laborious, active, wiſe, Brings health, and doth the ſpirits delight, It help's the hearing, and the ſight: It teacheth arts that never ſlip The memory, good horſmanſhip, Search, ſharpneſſe, courage, and defence, And chaſeth all ill habits thence. Turne Hunters then, agen, But not of men. Follow his ample; And juſt example, That hates all chace of malice, and of bloud: And ſtudies only wayes of good, To keepe ſoft Peace in breath. Man ſhould not hunt Mankind to death, But ſtrike the enemies of Man; Kill vices if you can: They are your wildeſt beaſts. And when they thickeſt fall, you make the Gods true feaſts.