The School of Compliment (Love Tricks) · chunk 22 of 44
Shirley, James · published 1631 · first performed or written 1625 [licensed for stage, Feb 11] (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
Thou art some Goddess, that to amaze the earth With thy celestial presence, hath put on The habit of a mortal, gods sometimes Would visit Country houses, and guild over A sublunary habitation With glory of their presence, and make heaven Descend into an Hermitage: Sure thy father Was Maia's son, disguised in Shepherd's weeds, And thou dost come from Ioue, no marvel than We Swains do wonder at thee, and adore, Venus herself the Queen of Cithaeron, When she is riding through the milky way, Drawn with white Doves, is but a blouse, and must, When thou appearest, leave her bird-drawn Coach, And give the reins to thee, and trudge afoot Along the heavenly plains, paved with stars, In duty of thy excellence, while the gods Looking amazed from their crystal windows, Wonder what new-come Deity doth call Them to thy adoration. O, heavenly farmer's daughter! I'll call him in; Ingeniolo! Your servant, sir. Lady, I kiss your hand, and reverence the antiquity of your vestment, Delia. Fortune let fall her riches on thy head, that thou mayst fill thy apron. I am your humble observicer, and wish you all cumulations of prosperity. Sir, I desire to suck below your waste. I do evaculate myself to be your shadows, my generous condisciples. This is Scholarlike. he's one of the head form, I warrant. Sir, I receive your son, and will wind up his ingeny, fear it not, but first he must be under my Usher, who must teach him the postures of his body, how to make legs and cringes, and then he shall be advanced to a higher Class. Curculio, lick him with your method into some proportion, take off the roughness of his behaviour, and then give him the principles of salutation. la you there, boy, he will teach you the principles of saltation. Well, good-morrow, sir, I'll leave my jewel. Your jewel may have the grace to be hanged one day. Bless you Sentlemen all, and your studies and contemplations: is here a School of Compliments, pray you? A place of generous breeding. Generous preeding, hark you, her name was Ienkin, a good Sentleman, 'tis known, her take no pleasures and delectations in urds and phrases of rhetorics; Welsemen have all hearts & fidelities, mark you, her was going along pont create business, but casting her eyes & visions upon your Pills and significations of your skills & professions, look you, her come in, to see the fashions and manners of your exercises, and yet if your urships has any Madrigals and Pastoral Canticles, look you, for in truths and verities was going now to the Uds and Forests, and mean to turn Shepherds goddillings, her will give you good payments of all your inventions, and Muses, pray you now. Amorous Pastorals? I can furnish you, venerable sir. Turn, Amarillis, to thy swain, Thy Damon calls thee back again, Here is a pretty Arbour by, Where Apollo cannot pry, Here let's sit, and while I play Sing to my Pipe a Roundelay.
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Thou art some Goddesse, that to amaze the earth With thy celestiall presence, hath put on The habit of a mortall, gods sometimes Would visit Countrey houses, and guild ore A sublunary habitation With glory of their presence, and make heauen Descend into an Hermitage: Sure thy father Was Maias sonne, disguis'd in Shepheards weeds, And thou dost come from Ioue, no maruell then We Swaines doe wonder at thee, and adore, Venus her selfe the Queene of Cytheron, When she is riding through the milky way, Drawne with white Doues, is but a blowze, and must, When thou appearest, leaue her Bird-drawne Coach, And giue the reines to thee, and trudge afoot Along the heauenly plaines, paued with starres, In duty of thy excellence, while the gods Looking amaz'd from their cristall windowes, Wonder what new-come Deity doth call Them to thy adoration. O, heauenly Farmers daughter! Ile call him in; Ingeniolo! Your seruant, sir. Lady, I kisse your hand, and reuerence the antiquity of your vestment, Delia. Fortune let fall her riches on thy head, that thou maist fill thy apron. I am your humble obseruicer, and wish you all cumulations of prosperity. Sir, I desire to sucke below yor waste. I doe euaculate my selfe to be your shadowes, my generous condisciples. This is Scholler-like. Hee's one of the head forme, I warrant. Sir, I receiue your sonne, and will wind vp his ingeny, feare it not, but first he must be vnder my Vsher, who must teach him the postures of his body, how to make legs and cringes, and then he shall bee aduanced to a higher Classe. Curculio, licke him with your method into some proportion, take off the roughnesse of his behauiour, and then giue him the principles of salutation. Law you there, boy, hee will teach you the principles of saltation. Well, good-morrow, sir, Ile leaue my Iewell. Your Iewell may haue the grace to be hang'd one day. Blesse you Sentlemen awle, and your studies and contemplations: is here a Schoole of Complements, pray you? A place of generous breeding. Generous preeding, harke you, her name was Ienkin, a good Sentleman, 'tis knowne, her take no pleasures and delectations in vrds and phrases of Rhetricks; Welsemen haue awle hearts & fidelities, marke you, her was going along pout creat businesse, but casting her eyes & visions vpon your Pils and significations of your skils & professions, looke you, her come in, to see the fashions and manners of your exercises, and yet if your vrships has any Madrigals and Pastorall Canticles, looke you, for in truthes and verities was going now to the Vds and Forrests, and meane to turne Shepheards goddillings, her will giue you good payments of awle your inuentions, and Muses, pray you now. Amorous Pastorals? I can furnish you, venerable sir. Turne, Amarilsis, to thy Swane, Thy Damon cals thee backe againe, Here is a pretty Arbor by, Where Apollo cannot pry, Here let's sit, and while I play Sing to my Pipe a Roundelay.