Middleton, Thomas · published 1630 · first performed or written 1613 (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Swan T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs typicality 0.77 · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
Latin Fool? And she recoiled in Hebrew. In Hebrew Fool? 'Tis Welch. All comes to one Mother. She can speak English too. Who told me so much? Heart and she can speak English, I'll clap to her, I thought you'd marry me to a stranger. You must forgive him, he's so enured to Latin, He and his Tutor, that he hath quite forgot To use the Protestant tongue. 'Tis quickly pardoned forsooth. Tim make amends and kiss her, He makes towards you forsooth. O delicious, one may discover her Country by her kissing, 'Tis a true saying, there's nothing tastes so sweet as your Welsh Mutton: It was reported you could sing. O rarely Tim, the sweetest British Songs. And 'tis my mind I swear before I marry, I would see all my Wives good parts at once, To view how rich I were. Thou shalt here sweet Music Tim. Pray forsooth. CUPID is VENUS only joy, But he is a wanton Boy, A very very wanton Boy, He shoots at ladies' naked Breasts, He is the cause of most Men's Crests, I mean upon the Forehead, Invisible but horrid, 'Twas he first taught upon the way, To keep a Lady's Lips in play. Why should not VENUS chide her Son, For the pranks that he hath done, The wanton pranks that he hath done? He shoots his fiery Darts so thick, They hurt poor Ladies to the quick, Ah me, with cruel wounding, His Darts are so confounding, That life and sense would soon decay, But that he keeps their Lips in play. Can there be any part of bliss, In a quickly fleeting kiss, A quickly fleeting kiss, To ones pleasure, leisures are but waste, The slowest kiss makes too much haste, And lose it ere we find it, The pleasing sport they only know, That close above and close below. I would not change my wife for a Kingdom, I can do somewhat too in my own Lodging. Why well said Tim, the Bells go merrily, I love such peals alive, wife lead them in a while, Here's a strange Gentleman desires private conference. You're welcome Sir, the more for your name's sake. Good Mr Yellowhammer, I love my name well, And which a'the Yellowhammers take you descent from, If I may be so bold with you, which I pray? The Yellowhammers in Oxfordshire, Near Abbington. And those are the best Yellowhammers, and truest bred: I came from thence myself, though now a Citizen: I'll be bold with you, You are most welcome. I hope the zeal I bring with me shall deserve it. I hope no less, what is your will Sir? I understand by rumours, you have a Daughter, Which my bold love shall henceforth title cousen. I thank you for her Sir. I heard of her virtues, and other confirmed graces. A plaguy Girl Sir. Fame sets her out with richer ornaments, Than you are pleased to boast of, 'Tis done modestly, I hear she's towards marriage.
nodes 1310–1378 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 24 of 34 in this edition
Length
503 words · 682 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T21 — Cupid, Venus and the nymphscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.768 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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)
Latine Foole? And ſhe recoyl'd in Hebrew. In Hebrew Foole? 'Tis Welch. All comes to one Mother. She can ſpeake Engliſh too. Who tould me ſo much? Heart and ſhe can ſpeake Engliſh, I'le clap to her, I thought you'ld marrie me to a ſtranger. You muſt forgiue him, he's ſo inur'd to Latin, He and his Tutor, that he hath quite forgot To vſe the Proteſtant tongue. 'Tis quickly pardon'd forſooth. Tim make amends and kiſſe her, He makes towards you forſooth. O delicious, one may diſcouer her Countrey by her kiſſing, 'Tis a true ſaying, there's nothing taſts ſo ſweet as your Welch Mutton: It was reported you could ſing. O rarely Tim, the ſweeteſt Britiſh Songs. And 'tis my mind I ſweare before I marrie, I would ſee all my Wiues good parts at once, To view how rich I were. Thou ſhalt here ſweet Muſicke Tim. Pray forſooth. CVPID is VENVS onely Ioy, But he is a wanton Boy, A verie verie wanton Boy, He ſhoots at Ladyes naked Breſts, He is the cauſe of moſt Mens Creſts, I meane vpon the Forehead, Inuiſible but horrid, 'Twas he firſt taught vpon the way, To keepe a Ladyes Lips in play. Why ſhould not VENVS chide her Sonne, For the prankes that he hath done, The wanton prankes that he hath done? He ſhoots his Firie Darts ſo thicke, They hurt poore Ladyes to the quicke, Ah me, with cruell wounding, His Darts are ſo confounding, That life and ſence would ſoone decay, But that he keepes their Lips in play. Can there be any part of bliſſe, In a quickly fleeting kiſſe, A quickly fleeting kiſſe, To ones pleaſure, leaſures are but waſt, The ſloweſt kiſſe makes too much haſt, And looſe it ere we find it, The pleaſing ſport they onely know, That cloaſe aboue and cloaſe below. I would not change my wife for a Kingdome, I can doe ſomewhat too in my owne Lodging. Why well ſayd Tim, the Bels goe merrily, I loue ſuch peales alife, wife lead them in a while, Here's a ſtrange Gentleman deſires priuate conference. You'r welcome Sir, the more for your names ſake. Good Mr Yellowhammer, I loue my name well, And which a'the Yellowhammers take you deſcent from, If I may be ſo bold with you, which I pray? The Yellowhammers in Oxfordſhiere, Neere Abbington. And thoſe are the beſt Yellowhammers, and trueſt bred: I came from thence my ſelfe, though now a Citizen: I'le be bold with you, You are moſt welcome. I hope the zeale I bring with me ſhall deſerue it. I hope no leſſe, what is your will Sir? I vnderſtand by rumors, you haue a Daughter, Which my bold loue ſhall hence-forth title couſen. I thanke you for her Sir. I heard of her vertues, and other confirm'd graces. A plaguy Girle Sir. Fame ſets her out with richer ornaments, Then you are pleas'd to boaſt of, 'Tis done modeſtly, I heare ſhe's towards marriage.