Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
Then lend a facile ear to my advice: Bend not thy bootless hate against that Orb of light, Whose mighty flames will scorch the impious wings Of those Nocturnal birds, that shall attempt With talons most profane, to injure his bright beauty. A meaner object than this, shall satisfy Thy wrath, and my displeasure. This is the day whereon the new society of Florists, have determined to keep their annual festivals: Whose pompous Celebration hath wont to eclipse All feasts beside: th'Olympian games, And Isthmian plays, with all those Ludicrous And Ludibrious Combats, are but mere Puppet plays To this grand feast, for Art and nature both have tried To make this Feast surpass all feasts beside. Unite thy force with mine, than ten to one We shall disturb their mirth, ere we have done. Then mischief lend me all thy guilty nerves: Let flames of boundless fury quite dispel Lethaean dulness from my Clouded brain. Assist our great design, ye subterraneous powers, That utterly abhor to view the glaring light: Let not the weakness of my Crazed intellectuals, Nor yet this loathed deficience of my sense, Be prejudicial to the bent of our design: Poneria, act thy part, for I am thine. (RHodon) my honoured, soul-united friend, Cast oft that dusky melancholy veil. Too vile a robe for thy majestic brow, Blast not the pride of Hybla's happiness With thy offensive passion. Nay, good Acanthus, did love ere offend any? And art not thou the map of love's calamity? Witness those crystal bowls of thy bright eyen, Which I have seen swelled up with brinish tears, Prepared for sorrows bitter beverage: Witness those frequent tempests of thy sighs, Which made thy breast a fiery sea of dolour: Witness those palled cheeks, whose glorious hue Aurora late envied, and quite despairing To reach thy beauty's height, with Cupid treated, And him suborned to wound thy generous heart, (Which no base passion ever durst assault) That now like pale Narcissus on the brink Of the beguiling stream, thou liest a dying. I tell thee (brazen coloss) marble statue, Whose heart loves darts could never penetrate; Love is the Prince of all affections, And like the element of fire transcends His brothers in activity and splendour. It is a fire indeed, that doth consume All virtuous actions; that feeds upon men's souls Like the fiend Eurynomus upon dead carcases; That makes the microcosmus a mere Chaos. It is the Remora of all noble enterprises, And the Lernaean fen which breeds a Hydra, Crested with a thousand inconveniences. Let me ne'er inherit more than my Father's hempland, Or ne'er be owner of more wit than some elder brothers, If I think not Cupid the most pernicious deity Among all the Olympian Senators. Oh that I had but Stentours lungs, To thunder out the vanity of that idol.
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Topic (seed 42)
T21 — Cupid, Venus and the nymphscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.772 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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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)
Then lend a facile eare to my advice: Bend not thy bootlesse hate against that Orbe of light, Whose mighty flames will scorch the impious wings Of those Nocturnall birds, that shall attempt With talons most prophane, to injure his bright beauty. A meaner object than this, shall satisfie Thy wrath, and my displeasure. This is the day whereon the new society of Florists, have determined to keepe their annual festivals: Whose pompous Celebration hath wont to eclipse All feasts besides: th'Olympian games, And Isthmian playes, with all those Ludicrous And Ludibrious Combats, are but meere Puppet playes To this grand feast, for Art and nature both have try'd To make this Feast surpasse all feasts beside. Vnite thy force with mine, then ten to one We shall disturbe their mirth, e're we have done. Then mischiefe lend me all thy guilty nerves: Let flames of boundlesse fury quite dispell Lethaean dulnesse from my Clouded braine. Assist our great designe, ye subterraneous powers, That utterly abhorre to view the glaring light: Let not the weakenesse of my Craz'd intellectuals, Nor yet this loath'd deficience of my sense, Be prejudiciall to the bent of our designe: Poneria, act thy part, for I am thine. (RHodon) my honor'd, soule-united friend, Cast oft that dusky melancholy veyle. Too vile a robe for thy majesticke brow, Blast not the pride of Hyblas happinesse With thy offensive passion. Nay, good Acanthus, did love ere offend any? And art not thou the map of loves calamity? Witnesse those cristall bowles of thy bright eyne, Which I have seene sweld up with brinish teares, Prepar'd for sorrowes bitter beverage: Witnesse those frequent tempests of thy sighes, Which made thy brest a fiery fea of dolour: Witn esse those palled cheekes, whose glorious hue Aurora late envy'd, and quite despairing To reach thy beauties height, with Cupid treated, And him suborn'd to wound thy generous heart, (Which no base passion ever durst assault) That now like pale Narcissus on the brinke Of the beguilding streame, thou lyest a dying. I tell thee (brazen Colosse) marble statue, Whose heart loues darts could never penetrate; Love is the Prince of all affections, And like the element of fire transcends His brothers in activity and splendour. It is a fire indeed, that doth consume All vertuous actions; that feeds upon mens soules Like the fiend Eurynomus upon dead carkases; That makes the microcosmus a meere Chaos. It is the Remora of all noble enterprises, And the Lernaean fenne which breeds a Hydra, Crested with a thousand inconueniences. Let me nere inherit more then my Fathers hempland, Or nere be owner of more wit then some elder brothers, If I thinke not Cupid the most pernicious deity Among all the Olympian Senators. Oh that I had but Stentors lungs, To thunder out the vanity of that idoll.