Tasso, Torquato / Reynolds, Henry · published 1628 · first performed or written 1628 (Annals) pastoral T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan typicality 0.80 · 475 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
Being young, we know him not; but after, long; And when we feel him once, he's grown too strong. Not if we never felt him grow before. Well; ye shall have't; we'll see how well you will Bridle your eye and heart; but I protest Since thou canst play both Hound and Hare so well, If ere I hear thee call and cry for help, I will not move a foot, nor yet a finger, Nor stir an eye, nor speak a word for thee. Wouldst have the heart (cruel) to see me dye? If thou wouldst have me love, why love thou me, And let's now make a loving bargain on't. Away you mock me now; well well, perhaps You do not merit such a love as mine. I'ue seen many a lad as fine as you Deceived with a fair seeming painted face. I do not jest nor mock thee; this is but A colour now to bar me loving thee, As 'tis the custom of you all to do: But if you will not love me, I'm content, To live still as I do. I, live so still, Happier than twenty others; live in ease; Perhaps unwares ease may engender love. O Daphne, a God this ease hath bred me; he That hath appeared a second god to me By whom so many herds and flocks are fed From th'one to th'other Sea, upon the fair And fruitful Plains, and on the craggy backs Of the steep Apenines: he said to me, When as he made me his; Thirsis (quoth he) Let others chase the Wolf, and Thief, and keep A watchful eye over my walled sheep; Let others care be to reward, or punish My Ministers; let others feed and tend My flocks, and keep the account of milk & wool; And take, and pay: take thou thine ease, and sing, Wherefore 'tis reason good, I let go by All loser strains, and vainer carrolings; And sing his Ancestors, and their high praise, Who is to me Ioue, and Apollo both; Since in his looks and deeds he both resembles Issue of Saturn and of heaven. Poor Muse To mean for such a task; and yet how e'er Horse voiced, or clear she sings, he not contemns her. I sing not him, too high for my low rhymes, Whom silent adoration only can Worthily honour; but still shall his altars Be sprinkled with my flowers, and ne'er without My humble Incense fuming all about. Which simple (yet devout) religion in me When it shall leave my heart, the Hearts shall feed ●n th'air on air; and so the floods shall change their bed, and course; that Sun shall Persia greet, ●nd the large Tigris beat the French- Alps feet. O thou fliest high; prithee descend a little, And to our purpose.
nodes 927–983 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 16 of 33 in this edition
Length
475 words · 635 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pancross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.799 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T24 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Be'ing young, we know him not; but after, long; And when we feele him once, he's growne too ſtrong. Not if we neuer felt him grow before. Well; yee ſhall hau't; wee'll ſee how well you will Bridle your eye and heart; but I protest Since thou canſt play both Hound and Hare ſo well, If ere I heare thee call and cry for helpe, I will not mooue a foote, nor yet a finger, Nor ſtirr an eye, nor ſpeake a word for thee. Would'st haue the heart (cruell) to ſee me dye? If thou wouldſt haue me loue, why loue thou mee, And lett's now make a louing bargaine on't. Away you mock me now; well well, perhaps You do not merit ſuch a loue as mine. I'ue ſeene many a ladd as fine as you Deceiu'd with a faire ſeeming painted face. I doe not jest nor mock thee; this is but A couler now to barr me louing thee, As 'tis the cuſtome of you all to do: But if you will not loue me, I'm content, To liue ſtill as I do. I, liue ſo ſtill, Happyer then twenty others; liue in eaſe; Perhaps vnwares eaſe may ingender loue. O Daphne, a God this eaſe hath bred mee; he That hath appear'd a ſecond god to mee By whom ſo many heards and flocks ar fedd From th'one to th'other Sea, vpon the faire And fruitfull Plaines, and on the craggy backs Of the ſteepe Apenines: he ſaid to mee, When as he made me his; Thirſis (quoth he) Let others chaſe the Wolfe, and Thiefe, and keepe A watchfull eye ouer my walled ſheepe; Let others care be to reward, or puniſh My Ministers; let others feede and tende My flocks, and keep the accoumpt of milke & wooll; And take, and pay: take thou thine eaſe, and ſing, Wherefore 'tis reaſon good, I let goe by All looſer ſtraines, and vainer carrolings; And ſing his Aunceſters, and their high praiſe, Who is to me Ioue, and Apollo both; Since in his lookes and deeds he both reſembles Iſſue of Saturne and of Heau'ne. Poore Muſe To meane for ſuch a taske; and yet how e're Horce voic'd, or clere ſhe ſings, he not contemns her. I ſing not him, too high for my lowe rimes, Whom ſilent adoration onely can Worthily honour; but ſtill ſhall his altars Be ſprinckled with my floures, and ne're without My humble Incenſe fuming all about. Which ſimple (yet deuoute) religion in me When it ſhall leaue my heart, the Harts ſhal feede n th'ayre on ayre; and ſo the flouds ſhall change heir bedd, and courſe; that Sone ſhall Perſia greete, nd the large Tigris beat the French-Alpes feete. O thou fly'ſt high; pre'thee deſcend a little, And to our purpoſe.