Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
I tell thee, I till now was never happy: All those delights which I ere saw before, Were but mere transitory dreams, Compared with that felicity which now I find. The sudden news of this late kindled war, Wherein I hear (to my great grief) you are engaged, Made me transgress the bounds of modesty so far, That I desired once more to see your face, Ere your departure to the field of danger. Since my good fortune and thy constant love Have joyed me once again with thy sweet presence, I bless my lot, and to the field will hasten, As ready to outface danger, as scorn death; And if I there find fortunate success, Of all my good I'll count thee patroness. And here on you I do bestow this vial, Which such a precious dosis doth contain, That it doth far exceed the height of value. It is a potion made by wondrous art, Nectar is no more comparable to it, Than Bonniclabar is to Husquobath; And Aurum potabile is as far short of it, As poor Metheglin is of rich Canary: All the confections even from the lowest degree Of Sage-ale, to the height of Aqua-Celestis, Are no more like it then the beer of the Low-countries Is to the High-country wine: A dram of it taken before you go to bed Cheers the heart, prevents the Incubus And all frightful dreams; cheers the blood, Comforts the stomach, dispels all colics, Cures all aches, repairs the liver, helps The lungs, rectifies the brain, quencheth All the senses, strengthens the memory, refresheth The spirits. Taken fasting it breaks the stone in bladder Or kidneys, cures the gout, expels a quartane ague: Outwardly applied it kills the gangrene, And destroys the wolf, heals all sorts of wounds, Bruises, boils, and sores. And not to use more multiplicity of words, I tell you gentle Rhodon you shall find, It cures all griefs of body and of mind. (Fair one) verbal expression cannot show What I to thee for this great gift do owe: But till for all I full requital make, My constant love thou for a pledge shalt take. But (gentle Sir) although your constitution So well attempered seems, that no disease Can either hurt or overthrow your health, Yet if my counsel might prevail with you, I should persuade you to make trial of this Rare water this night before you sleep. Since thou vouchsaf'st to be my kind Physician, For this time I will act a patient's part, And ere that sleep shall with his leaden keys Lock up the portals of my drowsy eyes, I'll taste of this most precious liquour: But lest the gealed moisture of the night Should prejudice thy health, (sweet Iris) Let me conduct thee homeward. Since these nocturnal distillations May be offensive to your health (sweet Rhodon) I will be well contented to be gone, Though wondrous loath from you to part so soon. But in my absence be assured of this, That Rhodons heart in thy possession is.
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Length
509 words · 680 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.753 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T3 · seed 44: T4 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I tell thee, I till now was never happy: All those delights which I ere saw before, Were but meere transitory dreames, Compar'd with that felicity which now I finde. The sodaine newes of this late kindled warre, Wherein I heare (to my great griefe) you are ingag'd, Made me transgresse the bounds of modesty so farre, That I desir'd once more to see your face, Ere your departure to the field of danger. Since my good fortune and thy constant love Have ioy'd me once againe with thy sweet presence, I blesse my lot, and to the field will hasten, As ready to out-face danger, as scorne death; And if I there finde fortunate successe, Of all my good Ile count thee patronesse. And here on you I doe bestow this viall, Which such a precious dosis doth containe, That it doth farre exceed the height of value. It is a potion made by wondrous art, Nectar is no more comparable to it, Then Bonniclabar is to Husquobath; And Aurum potabile is as far short of it, As poore Metheglin is of rich Canary: All the confections even from the lowest degree Of Sage-ale, to the height of Aqua-Celestis, Are no more like it then the beere of the Low-countries Is to the High-country wine: A dram of it taken before you goe to bed Cheeres the heart, prevents the Incubus And all frightfull dreames; cheeres the blood, Comforts the stomacke, dispels all collickes, Cures all aches, repayres the liver, helpes The lungs, rectifies the braine, quencheth All the senses, strengthens the memory, refresheth The spirits. Taken fasting it breaks the stone in bladder Or kidnyes, cures the gout, expels a quartane ague: Outwardly apply'd it kils the gangrene, And destroyes the wolfe, heales all sorts of wounds, Bruses, boyles, and sores. And not to use more multiplicity of words, I tell you gentle Rhodon you shall finde, It cures all griefes of body and of minde. (Faire one) verball expression cannot shew What I to thee for this great gift doe owe: But till for all I full requitall make, My constant love thou for a pledge shalt take. But (gentle Sir) although your constitution So well attemper'd seemes, that no disease Can either hurt or over-throw your health, Yet if my counsell might prevaile with you, I should perswade you to make tryall of this Rare water this night before you sleepe. Since thou vouchsaf'st to be my kinde Physician, For this time I will act a patients part, And ere that sleepe shall with his leaden keyes Locke up the portals of my drowsie eyes, Ile taste of this most precious liquor: But lest the gealed moisture of the night Should preiudice thy health, (sweet Iris) Let me conduct thee homeward. Since these nocturnall distillations May be offensive to your health (sweet Rhodon) I will be well contented to be gone, Though wondrous loth from you to part so soone. But in my absence be assur'd of this, That Rhodons heart in thy possession is.