The Vow Breaker, or The Fair Maid of Clifton · chunk 8 of 36
Sampson, William · published 1636 · first performed or written 1625 [1625(?)-1636] (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
I loved young Bateman in my childish days, Have vowed to have him, and he again to me, But what of that, foolish lovers vows Like breath on steel, as soon are of, as on, German is wealthy and by him I gain Recourse amongst the modest sagest dames? Wealth has a privilege that beauty cannot, Bateman is young, embellished with a natural, Active, and generous, unspotted beauty, German is old, indebted much to age, Yet like old Aeson, gold can make him young, Gold like a second nature can elixate, Make the deformed fair, the fair seem foul, And we that love not, must be tide to th'face, A sparkling eye, or a smooth pleading tongue Will not keep hospitality with time. Maids that love young men gain their loves by stealth, We that love old men, wed not man but wealth? If I believe thee not; may I turn Nun before my probation? to be serious let me touch thy conscience? if young Bateman to whom I know thou'st vowed thy faith? should at thy falsehood fall into some malevolencies in himself, or on thee; 'twould grieve thee to have Ballads made on thee, to the tune of the inconstant Lover, and have thy perjuries pinned on every Post? Conscience, pray no more o''nt? No introth for I think thou'st as much pleasure in't? as a hanged man has of his pardon, or a Dog with a Glass bottle at's tail? see here's thy father, with him the man that must be, not the foreman o'th' Parish, but a buck o'th' first head. My lovely German? My fairest Mistress? If I had not rather Kiss a muff made of Cats-skins, than these mouldy chops of his, wood I might die an Anchoress. Now niece what's your conceit of this? Faith Uncle i'm a woman? and they say a woman is a weathercock for mine own part some are I think? and when I think they are not i'll tell you my conceit, till then i'll pay you with thinking. Sweet beauty, rumor, that betters nothing, But disproportionates every act, Gives it out thus; that you are affianced To youthful Bateman? I wood not have the curse Of contract breaking fall upon my head, (If it be so, fairly I here acquit you, From all engagements 'twixt yourself, and me) If not, like to a blessing I embrace you. That jointure which your father most desired I have confirmed, nothing now remains, But your reply, or mine, or whose you please? Sir I am yours? I loved young Bateman with an inward joy Affected him beyond a common rate, Yet not so far, but that I might reduce My vows, and my affections to my will, For when I saw how disproportionable Our jarring fathers were! I then began To alienate all love; here I renew To whom it comes as free, as bright, and pure As are these unstained Lamps beyond the Moon. Which as a blessing from the heavens I take.
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I lov'd young Bateman in my childish daies, Have vow'd to have him, and he againe to me, But what of that, foolish lovers vowes Like breath on steele, as soone are of, as on, German is wealthy and by him I gaine Recourse amongst the modest sagest dames? VVealth has a priviledge that beauty cannot, Bateman is young, embellish'd with a naturall, Active, and generous, unspotted beauty, German is old, indebted much to age, Yet like ould Aeson, gold can make him young, Gold like a second nature can elixate, Make the deformed faire, the faire seeme fowle, And we that love not, must be tide to th'face, A sparkling eye, or a smooth pleading tongue Will not keepe hospitality with time. Maides that love young men gaine their loves by stealth, We that love old men, wed not man but wealth? If I beleeve thee not; may I turne Nun before my probation? to be serious let me touch thy conscience? if young Bateman to whom I know tha'st vow'd thy faith? should at thy falsehood fall into some malevolencies in himselfe, or on thee; t'wood greive thee to have Ballads made on thee, to the tune of the inconstant Lover, and have thy periuries pind on euery Post? Conscience, pray no more o'nt? No introth for I thinke tha'st asmuch pleasure in't? as a hangd man has of his pardon, or a Dog with a Glasse bottle at's taile? see heres thy father, with him the man that must be, not the fore-man o'th Parish, but a bucke o'th first head. My lovely Germane? My fairest Mistris? If I had not rather Kisse a muffe made of Cats-skins, then these mouldy chops of his, wood I might die an Anchoresse. Now neece whats your conceit of this? Faith Vncle i'me a woman? and they say a woman is a wether-Cocke for mine owne part some are I thinke? and when I thinke they are not i'le tell you my conceit, till then i'le pay you with thinking. Sweet beauty, rumor, that betters nothing, But disproportionates every act, Gives it out thus; that you are affianc'd To youthfull Bateman? I wood not have the curse Of contract breaking fall upon my head, (If it be so, fairely I here acquit you, From all engagements twixt your selfe, and me) If not, like to a blessing I embrace you. That joynture which your father most desir'de I have confirm'd, nothing now remaines, But your reply, or mine, or whose you please? Sir I am yours? I lov'de young Bateman with an inward joy Affected him beyond a common rate, Yet not so farr, but that I might reduce My vowes, and my affections to my will, For when I saw how disproportionable Our jarring fathers were! I then began To alienate all love; here I renue To whom it comes as free, as bright, and pure As are these unstaind Lampes beyond the Moone. Which as a blessing from the heavens I take.