Nabbes, Thomas · published 1637 · first performed or written 1637 (Annals) masque · King's Revels Company (?) · Salisbury Court unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 439 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Straight I'll do it. Can Love deny if Nature woo it. The heavens first in tune I'll set; And from their music soon beget A charm, of power to make light fire Skip to his sphere, and earth retire To her parched den. The subtle air I'll calm from mists, and make it fair, And water with her curled waves sweep The bounded channels of the deep, That order may succeed, and things Grow perfect from their lasting springs. Move right ye spheres in concord sound, And with your music fill this round. Hence confusion and dissension. Be no more new form's prevention, Crossing still A mother's will, And Nature's great intention. Concord is the soul of being. Nothing's better than agreeing. Then let embraces crown this times beginning, Loves power is winning. And when he throws the darts that arm his hands, Who can resist his great commands? Nature must pay Love thanks for this great work Of reconciliation. May the peace Be lasting as yourselves, and no ambition Move a new war: but from your loving mixtures New generation follow. Spheres again Your brazen trebles higher strain. And lusty moving sounds advance To make us active whilst we dance. Now to the other work: our art Shall make all perfect ere we part. Come forth thou son of earth, and view the day That glories in the presence of thy beauty. What am I? My imperfect sense is yet Vnapprehensive, and the intellect My mother hath inspired, doth not instruct me To know myself. Look up thou masterpiece Of Nature's workmanship, thou little world: Thou that excel'st in form, that comprehends All the perfections which her curious hand Designed and finished: That when other creatures Behold the earth, and with dejected eyes Look downwards on't, hast an erected figure To see the stars, and contemplate their beings, Celestial causes, and their influence, Whence great effects ensue: Thou that hast speech To be thy thoughts interpreter, expect A farther act of Love to crown thy life By joining thee to an immortal wife. Receive my thanks great power. I yet am mazed, And wander in a labyrinth of thoughts, That throng confusedly together, striving Who should first issue, till their multitude Chokes up the passage. Oh ye powers that made me To be a King, and to have sovereignty Annexed unto my difference, send me quickly The glorious guide that may remove this darkness. Ha! what are these? You may go look. Yet if you ask me mildly, perhaps I'll answer you. We are sent to be your servants. By whom? Our parents, the four Elements. Your names?
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Straight Ile doe it. Can Love deny if Nature woo it. The heavens first in tune Ile set; And from their musick soone beget A charme, of power to make light fire Skip to his spheare, and earth retire To her parch den. The subtile ayre Ile calme from mists, and make it faire, And water with her curl'd waves sweepe The bounded channels of the deepe, That order may succeed, and things Grow perfect from their lasting springs. Move right yee spheares in concord sound, And with your musick fill this round. Hence confusion and dissention. Be no more new formes prevention, Crossing still A mothers will, And Natures great intention. Concord is the soule of being. Nothing's better than agreeing▪ Then let imbraces crowne this times beginning, Loves power is winning. And when he throws the darts that arme his hands, Who can resist his great commands? Nature must pay Love thanks for this great worke Of reconciliation. May the peace Be lasting as your selves, and no ambition Move a new warre: but from your loving mixtures New generation follow. Spheares againe Your brazen trebles higher straine. And lusty moving sounds advance To make us active whilst we dance. Now to the other work: our art Shall make all perfect e're we part. Come forth thou son of earth, and view the day That glories in the presence of thy beauty. What am I? My imperfect sence is yet Vnapprehensive, and the intellect My mother hath inspir'd, doth not instruct me To know my selfe. Looke up thou master-peece Of Natures workemanship, thou little world: Thou that excel'st in forme, that comprehends All the perfections which her curious hand Design'd and finisht: That when other cratures Behold the earth, and with dejected eyes Looke downwards on't, hast an erected figure To see the starres, and contemplate their beings, Celestiall causes, and their influence, Whence great effects ensue: Thou that hast speech To be thy thoughts interpreter, expect A farther act of Love to crowne thy life By joyning thee to an immortall wife. Receive my thanks great power. I yet am maz'd, And wander in a labyrinth of thoughts, That throng confusedly together, striving Who should first issue, 'till their multitude Choakes up the passage. Oh ye powers that made me To be a King, and to have soveraignty Annext unto my difference, send me quickly The glorious guide that may remove this darknsse. Ha! what are these? You may goe looke. Yet if you aske me mildly, perhaps Ile answer you. We are sent to be your servants. By whom? Our parents, the foure Elements. Your names?