Greville, Fulke · published 1633 · first performed or written 1600 [c.1598-c.1600] (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Mischiefe that may be help'd, is hard to know; And danger going on still multiplies. Let care as fast then adde vnto her eyes. Where harme hath many wings, care armes too late: Hastie attempts make chance precipitate. What shall I doe? Goe forward in thy feare: Danger doth giue thee choice to doe, or beare. My loue of him, and truth, doe make me loth To thinke them wrong'd: And shall I wrong them both? The good beleefe of mankinde is a sea Where honor drownes, iniquitie goes free; Whose thoughts (like sailes) for euery weather be. With shaking thoughts no hands can draw aright: True hearts, to doe vnnobly, haue no sp'rit. The feare of some, is guilt with honestie; Others, with loue; thine, with false noblenesse. Yet thinke not (Coward) wit can hide the shame Of hearts, which while they dare not strike for feare, Would make it vertue in them to forbeare. No Caine: In men we women, when we loue, Aske faith, and heart. Our selues haue feare, and wit. In loue how can thy soule, and mine agree? I seeke reuenge, thou preachest pietie. More easie motions gentle hearts receiue: His fault was great; yet you may haue redresse In State, and honor, without such excesse. Excesse the reason is, and meane of loue; And in the same excesse is malice ioy'd: I would be safe, and yet haue him destroy'd. If leaue, or left the fate of kindnesse be, By his example, what becomes of me? If blinde to all, but to it selfe, be loue; Whence doe your vowes, or whence this question moue? Since the true state of true affection is Wonder, at others worth; Faith, without hire; Vnwearied Paine; vnrecompens'd Desire. Great hearts thus giuen away, in prison are; Their strength, their bands; and good beleefe, their smart: Loue neuer seuers reason from the heart. My shame againe then unto me impart; Restore my faith; and I doe render thee Those faithlesse vowes, which thou hast made to me. For since, I see, the spungie hearts of men Their hollowes gladly fill with womens loue, And nothing yeeld to them vncrusht againe: What nature workes 'tis folly to complaine. Mahomet, that wretch, hath done me iniurie; He left my loue, and he my life hath sought: Caine! Line at ease; fame is an idle breath; My body is enough 'twixt thee, and death. Distract I am: my reason (like a cloud, Before a winters storme) rides here, and there: Like reedes, my thoughts are straight and crooked too; With diuers breaths, which diuers passions blow. Against the streame of truth must loue still goe? Resolv'd I am that Mahomet shall die. Shame spake this word: danger appeares not yet; Time, like a med'cine, will asswage this paine, And feare perchance bring backe good will againe. It is not I that liue in me, but you; Whose will hath fashion'd all my thoughts anew.
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Mischiefe that may be help'd, is hard to know; And danger going on still multiplies. Let care as fast then adde vnto her eyes. Where harme hath many wings, care armes too late: Hastie attempts make chance precipitate. What shall I doe? Goe forward in thy feare: Danger doth giue thee choice to doe, or beare. My loue of him, and truth, doe make me loth To thinke them wrong'd: And shall I wrong them both? The good beleefe of mankinde is a sea Where honor drownes, iniquitie goes free; Whose thoughts (like sailes) for euery weather be. With shaking thoughts no hands can draw aright: True hearts, to doe vnnobly, haue no sp'rit. The feare of some, is guilt with honestie; Others, with loue; thine, with false noblenesse. Yet thinke not (Coward) wit can hide the shame Of hearts, which while they dare not strike for feare, Would make it vertue in them to forbeare. No Caine: In men we women, when we loue, Aske faith, and heart. Our selues haue feare, and wit. In loue how can thy soule, and mine agree? I seeke reuenge, thou preachest pietie. More easie motions gentle hearts receiue: His fault was great; yet you may haue redresse In State, and honor, without such excesse. Excesse the reason is, and meane of loue; And in the same excesse is malice ioy'd: I would be safe, and yet haue him destroy'd. If leaue, or left the fate of kindnesse be, By his example, what becomes of me? If blinde to all, but to it selfe, be loue; Whence doe your vowes, or whence this question moue? Since the true state of true affection is Wonder, at others worth; Faith, without hire; Vnwearied Paine; vnrecompens'd Desire. Great hearts thus giuen away, in prison are; Their strength, their bands; and good beleefe, their smart: Loue neuer seuers reason from the heart. My shame againe then unto me impart; Restore my faith; and I doe render thee Those faithlesse vowes, which thou hast made to me. For since, I see, the spungie hearts of men Their hollowes gladly fill with womens loue, And nothing yeeld to them vncrusht againe: What nature workes 'tis folly to complaine. Mahomet, that wretch, hath done me iniurie; He left my loue, and he my life hath sought: Caine! Line at ease; fame is an idle breath; My body is enough 'twixt thee, and death. Distract I am: my reason (like a cloud, Before a winters storme) rides here, and there: Like reedes, my thoughts are straight and crooked too; With diuers breaths, which diuers passions blow. Against the streame of truth must loue still goe? Resolv'd I am that Mahomet shall die. Shame spake this word: danger appeares not yet; Time, like a med'cine, will asswage this paine, And feare perchance bring backe good will againe. It is not I that liue in me, but you; Whose will hath fashion'd all my thoughts anew.