Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Microcosmus · chunk 5 of 21

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 · 477 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.

He hath stirred me sir, and I will be angry. Then Phlegm must cool you. Phlegme's a fool. Or a Physician. Choler, you must be taken down. I'll soon be up again. Provoke me no more: I am adust with rage, and will make you an odd number. Come, this agrees not with a servants duty. You must subscribe to order. Phlegm shall be My substitute to moderate these jarrings. And if hereafter any one transgress But in the least dissension that disturbs The quiet of my state, he shall correct it; Nor spare himself. For in a government Th' offence is greatest in the instrument That hath the power to punish; and in laws The author's trespass makes the foulest cause. What admiration works upon my sense! I hear and see such objects as would make Creation doubtful whether she were perfect Without these parts. Into what strange delights I'm hurried on the sudden? ha! Look hither Thou comfort of my love that gave thee being To figure greater power. See, Love hath brought Thy wish a spouse of's own immortal race, Clad in the glory of her innocence. Do not defile her, yet she's virgin white, And joined unto thee, that thou mayst enjoy Knowledge and virtue, not thy sensual pleasures, For being linked unto thee she is made As sensible of thy corrupted passions, As thou of mortal griefs. Let her direct Thy powers of appetite. she'll show thee heaven, And the reward of good; and if thou miss The path she guides thee in, thou wilt enforce her To share thy ruin, and pervert the ends Of her eternity. Which if thou tread By her directions, she communicates, And makes thee like herself. She must be changed According to thy disposition. Then let my counsel be so deep impressed The prosecution of't may make thee blessed. Fairest of all earthly things, Mount thy thoughts upon the wings Of contemplation, and aspire. To reach at my supernal fire: Whose heat shall purge thy spouse and thee From all dregs of impurity. Let no falser love delight Thy sense deluding appetite To seek out other wantons led, So heaven at length shall crown thy head. Descend thou fairest of all creatures, Graced with all thy heavenly features, In whom all perfections shine; Pr thou art In every part Little less than divine. Take thy Bride and enjoy her, But not with soul desires annoy her: For she is white And hath no true delight But what is given From the desire of heaven. Now join, and each to other happy prove. That neither may Be led astray To seek a stranger love. After my sacrifice of vows and thanks Let me embrace with reverence, Oh my life. And better soul: joy hath possession taken Of all my faculties, and gives a welcome To these delights.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayMicrocosmus
AuthorNabbes, Thomas
Publication year (edition)1637
First performance / composition (Annals)1637
First performance (BritDrama)1636 [spring] [1629-1637]
Company (BritDrama)King's Revels Company (?)
TheaterSalisbury Court;
Genre (British Drama)masque
Play typeOccasional;Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1045 · TCP A07975 · DEEP 864
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 236–308 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 5 of 21 in this edition
Length477 words · 591 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T4 — Love-longing and the lover's complaint at 0.844
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
He hath stirr'd me sir, and I will be angry. Then Phlegme must coole you. Phlegme's a foole. Or a Physitian. Choller, you must be taken downe. Ile soone be up againe. Provoke me no more: I am adust with rage, and will make you an odde number. Come, this agrees not with a servants duty. You must subscribe to order. Phlegme shall be My substitute to moderate these jarrings. And if hereafter any one transgresse But in the least dissention that disturbs The quiet of my state, he shall correct it; Nor spare himselfe. For in a government Th' offence is greatest in the instrument That hath the power to punish; and in lawes The authors trespasse makes the foulest cause. What admiration workes upon my sense! I heae and see such objects as would make Creation doubtfull whether she were perfect Without these parts. Into what strange delights I'm hurried on the sudden? ha! Looke hither Thou comfort of my love that gave thee being To figure greater power. See, Love hath brought Thy wish a spouse of's owne immortall race, Clad in the glory of her innocence. Doe not defile her, yet shee's virgin white, And joyn'd unto thee, that thou mayst enjoy Knowledge and vertue, not thy sensuall pleasures, For being linckt unto thee she is made As sensible of thy corrupted passions, As thou of mortall griefes. Let her direct Thy powers of appetite. Shee'l shew thee heaven, And the reward of good; and if thou misse The path she guides thee in, thou wil enforce her To share thy ruine, and pervert the ends Of her eternity. Which if thou tread By her directions, she communicates, And makes thee like her selfe. She must be chang'd According to thy disposition. Then let my counsaile be so deepe imprest The prosecution of't may make thee blest. Fairest of all earthly things, Mount thy thoughts upon the wings Of contemplation, and aspire. To reach at my supernall fire: Whose heate shall purge thy spouse and the From all dreggs of impurity. Let no falser love delight Thy sense deluding appetite To seeke out other wantons led, So heaven at length shall crowne thy head. Descend thou fairest of all creatures, Grac't with all thy heavenly features, In whom all perfections shin; Pr thou art In every part Little lesse than divine. Take thy Bride and enjoy her, But not with soule desires annoy her: For she is white And hath no true delight But what is given From the desire of heaven. Now joyne, and each to other happy prove. That neither ay Be led astray To seeke a stranger love. After y sacrifice of vowes and thankes Let me imbrace with reverence, Oh my life▪ And better soule: joy hath possession taken Of all my faculties, and gives a welcome To these delights.