Fisher, Jasper · published 1633 · first performed or written 1625 [c.1611-1633] (Annals) history · at University unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 440 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
And let me speak. Why: Landora loves not you, but me in you. But I in you enjoy Landora's love. But she enjoys not your love, cause unknown. No matter; I in you, or you in me: So that I still possess my Dearest dear. A paltry fancy last night in her bed Turmoiled my thoughts, which since I shaped in Rhymes. Thus. Prithee let's hear: I know thou art turned Poet. Night having drawn the Curtain, down I lie By one, for worse Saturnius left the sky. Slumbering at last: For love can hardly sleep: Straightways I dreamed: For love doth revels keep. A Damsel fair, and fashioned for delight, (Our day-born objects do return at night) With flowery chaplet, and red velvet gown, Which from her breast was fastened along down With rich enameled locks, all which one key, Whose bright gold 'bout her silver neck did play, Could open and divorce. A veil most fair, (Such whiteness only Paphian doves do wear) With false light did her beauteous Front improve; From this Arch Cupid shot his darts of Love. With gentle strain she took me by the hand, (Touches in love do more than tongue's command) Then leads me with an amorous smile along: he's easily led, whom beauty draws, more strong Than Cable-ropes. An Altar we descry, Where Incense-frank, and Amber fumes did fly, In little rolling curls: A reverend Priest, With snowy beard waving upon his breast, There kneeling did his eyes in sorrow steep: Whose passionate cry made me, though ignorant, weep. Phlegon's hot breath no sooner licks up dew, Than joy had dried those tears: For lo I view A circular room, all built with marble clear, The title, Nature's Storehouse. Most strange here It seemed: I know not how we came, nor whence, Nor any passage saw to get from thence. But Oh the rich delight, and glorious fire Which dazzled me: No heart can more desire. Her first my guide oped her spice-breathing door, Ask what thou wilt, this is the Ark of store, No vows are here repulsed, she said. But I Surprised with extreme joy and ecstasy, By chance a Scorpion's tail behind her spied: Pity, such beauty such a monster hide. Trembling, yet silent, doubtful what to crave: Lo, with a stink and fearful screech this brave And glorious Dame doth vanish, and a dart, Which still I quake at, struck me to the heart. But waking I revived, and found in bed, Such Sovereign Balm, would cure old Peleus dead. Ha, ha. Your tedious dream hath made me drowsy. But hark, we must attend the Funeral pomp.
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— And let me speake. Why: Landora loues not you, but me in you. But I in you inioy Landoraes loue. But she inioyes not your loue, cause vnknowne. No matter; I in you, or you in me: So that I still possesse my Dearest deare. A paultry fancy last night in her bed Turmoyl'd my thoughts, which since I shap't in Rimes. Thus. Prethee let's heare: I know thou art turn'd Poet. Night having drawne the Curtaine, downe I lye By one, for worse Saturnius left the skie. Slumbring at last: For loue can hardly sleepe: Strait-waies I dream'd: For loue doth Reuelles keep. A Damsell faire, and fashion'd for delight, (Our day-borne obiects doe returne at night) With flowry chaplet, and red veluet gowne, Which from her breast was fastned along downe With rich enamel'd lockes, all which one key, Whose bright gold 'bout her siluer necke did play, Could open and diuorce. A vaile most faire, (Such whitnesse onely Paphian doues doe weare) With false light did her beauteous Front improue; From this Arch Cupid shot his darts of Loue. With gentle straine she tooke me by the hand, (Touches in loue doe more than tongue's command) Then leades me with an amorous smile along: Hee's easily led, whom beauty drawes, more strong▪ Than Cable-roapes. An Altar we descry, Where Incense-franke, and Amber fumes did flie, In little rowling curles: A reuerend Priest, With snowy beard wauing vpon his breast, There kneeling did his eies in sorrow steepe: Whose passionate cry made me, though ignorant, weepe. Phlegons hot breath no sooner lickes vp dew, Than ioy had dried those teares: For loe I view A circular roome, all built with marble cleare, The title, Natures Store-house. Most strange heere It seem'd: I know not how we came, nor whence, Nor any passage saw to get from thence. But Oh the rich delight, and glorious fire Which dazeled me: No hart can more desire. Her first my guide op'd her spice-breathing doore, Aske what thou wilt, this is the Arke of store, No vowes are heere repuls'd, she said. But I Surpriz'd with extreame ioy and extasie, By chance a Scorpion's taile behind her spide: Pitty, such beauty such a monster hide. Trembling, yet silent, doubtfull what to craue: Loe, with a stinke and fearefull screech this braue And glorious Dame doth vanish, and a dart, Which still I quake at, strucke me to the heart. But waking I reuiu'd, and found in bed, Such Soueraigne Balme, would cure old Peleus dead. Ha, ha. Your tedious dreame hath made me drowsie. But harke, we must attend the Funerall pompe.