Rutter, Joseph · published 1635 · first performed or written 1634 [1633-1635] (Annals) pastoral · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
See how fond you are T'embrace a shadow, and to leave the substance. The love of Hylas to Nerina has More hopes than yours; though she be young and coy Yet whilst Nerina is, and Hylas too, One time or other, they may both have joy May they prove happy in each others love, And nothing please, but what each other do, For so lived Thirsis and his Silvia, Whilst Silvia was, and Thirsis was her love, whatever Thirsis piped pleased Silvia, Thirsis admired whatever Sylvia sung And both their joys were equal, or but one, Well I can now remember (and it is Some comfort to remember what I moan) That when our loves began, how first I gazed On her, and she was pleased that I should look Till greedily I had devoured the hook. Love gave me courage then to speak my thoughts, And gave her pity to receive my words, They linked our hearts together: from that time When ere she saw me strike the furious Boar, (Though then my case she rued, and sighed full oft) Yet was she pleased to see my victory, And I received my vigour from her eye. Then would she make me Chaplets of the best And choicest flowers to adorn my head: Which when I wore, methought I then did grasp The Empire of the world; but what of that? The more I then enjoyed of heavenly bliss, The more my present grief and passion is. Well Thyrsis, since my words do but renew The story of your grief, I'll leave to use Persuasions to you; for 'tis time I see, And not my words, must cure your malady That time must put a period to my life, Or else it never will unto my grief: Come Boy, and under this same hanging bow, The note which thou attempered to my words, Sing, and be happier than thy Master, Boy. SHall I because my Love is gone, Accuse those golden darts Which to a blessed union Struck our two loving hearts, Since Fortune, and not Love hath caused my moan? No, her pure Image I shall prize, Imprinted in my breast, More than the fairest Mistress eyes That ever Swain possessed, Which in eternal bonds my fancy ties. Come then you sharpest griefs, and try If you can pierce my heart, But use, if you would have me die, The best you can of Art, To wound a breast so armed with constancy. Enough: I'll sigh the rest out: Go my boy, Be careful of thy tender Lambs, whilst I Seek out some hidden place to pine and die. Believe Mirtillus, never any love Was bought with other price then love alone, Since nothing is more precious than itself. It being the purest abstract of that fire, Which wise Prometheus first endued us with; And he must love that would be loved again.
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See how fond you are T'embrace a ſhadow, and to leave the ſubſtance. The love of Hylas to Nerina has More hopes then yours; though ſhe be yong and coy Yet whilſt Nerina is, and Hylas too, One time or other, they may both haue joy May they prove happy in each others love, And nothing pleaſe, but what each other do, For ſo liv'd Thirſis and his Silvia, Whilſt Silvia was, and Thirſis was her loue, What ever Thirſis pip'd pleaſd Silvia, Thirſis admird what ever Sylvia ſung And both their joyes were equall, or but one, Well I can now remember (and it is Some comfort to remember what I moane) That when our loves began, how firſt I gaz'd On her,, and ſhe was pleaſd that I ſhould looke Till greedily I had devour'd the hooke. Love gave me courage then to ſpeake my thoughts, And gave her pitty to receive my words, They linkt our hearts together: from that time When ere ſhe ſaw me ſtrike the furious Boare, (Though then my caſe ſhe ru'd, and ſigh'd full oft) Yet was ſhe pleas'd to ſee my victory, And I receiv'd my vigour from her eye. Then would ſhe make me Chaplets of the beſt And choiceſt flowers to adorne my head: Which when I wore, methought I then did graſpe The Empire of the world; but what of that? The more I then enjoy'd of heavenly bliſſe, The more my preſent griefe and paſſion is. Well Thyrſis, ſince my words doe but renew The ſtory of your griefe, I'le leave to uſe Perſwaſions to you; for 'tis time I ſee, And not my words, muſt cure your maladie That time muſt put a period to my life, Or elſe it never will unto my griefe: Come Boy, and under this ſame hanging bow, The note which thou attemperſt to my words, Sing, and be happier then thy Maſter, Boy. SHall I becauſe my Love is gon, Accuſe thoſe golden darts Which to a bleſſed union Strooke our two loving hearts, Since Fortune, and not Love hath caus'd my moane? No, her pure Image I ſhall prize, Imprinted in my breſt, More then the faireſt Miſtreſſe eyes That ever Swaine poſſeſt, Which in eternall bonds my fancie tyes. Come then you ſharpeſt griefes, and try If you can pierce my heart, But uſe, if you would have me dye, The beſt you can of Art, To wound a breaſt ſo arm'd with conſtancy. Enough: I'le ſigh the reſt out: Goe my boy, Be carefull of thy tender Lambes, whilſt I Seeke out ſome hidden place to pine and dye. BEleeve Mirtillus, never any love Was bought with other price then love alone, Since nothing is more precious then it ſelfe. It being the pureſt abſtract of that fire, Which wiſe Prometheus firſt indu'd us with; And he muſt love that would be lov'd againe.