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 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
You in throne me Lady In happiness, above the difference Of that my birth can boast. You make me perfect: And every touch of this delicious hand, Chk, lip immortallize me. ope my treasury, And let it waste to emptiness. Wilt please Thine eyes? we'll mount a Chariot made of diamonds, Whose lights reflection shall create a day In the Cimmerian valleys. From some height We will survey the earth, and where weak beams Cannot extend themselves, we'll have an optic Shall show us in an instant all the hemisphere. we'll see the fair Arcadian Virgins hunt In their Parthenian groves. we'll count the beasts Lurk in Hucanias' dens; number the pines That crown Lycaus. You are the only object Mine eyes would gaze at. Would thine cares be blessed With pleasing sounds? The eyrie Choristers Shall strain their throats by art, and harmony Call down the spheres to make her consort up. Your words are only music. For thy smell Saba shall be translated where thou go'st, And strew thy path with spices. Panther's skins Shall be thy couch, and amber pave the floor Where thy foot treads. This breath's perfume enough To create a Phoenix, Wouldst delight thy taste? Then Samlan Peacocks, and Ambracian kid, Hens of Numidia, Pheasants, Phenicopters, Tartesian lampreys; Eels of Benacus, Cockles of Lucan; Eleusinian Plaise Shall fill thy dish, and thousand changes more To whet new appetite. Shalt drink no wine But what Falernus or Calabrian Aulon Yield from their grapes. This kiss is more than Nectar. Shalt sleep upon a bed of purest down, Driven from white necks of Caysters' Swans, And Peneus sparrows. With Assyrian silks I'll clothe thy body. But this touch is softer. You ravish me with joys beyond expression. Why, this is rare. I am not angry. I am very joyful: this tickles me. And makes me young. And me merry. Now my licentiate murderer, what say you to a dish of gluttony will bread the gout in a Lord before a beggar can break his fast with it? Are not we cooks good instruments? who together with an Hospital of sin cause diseases faster than you can cure them? A livelier music, come sweet heart we'll dance. How doth my sweetheart like it? I do not with an economic strictness Observe my servants, and direct their actions: Pleasure is free. But what sad object's this? I come to snatch a Husband from thine arms Lascivious strumpet; thou whose looser eyes Bewitched his ill affection, and entice His thoughts with wanton appetite of sense, From my chaste love. Doth not Physander see Ruin hid under every bait of pleasure; She lays to catch him? Laugh at her sweet heart, Thou art secure in these embraces. Do not Afflict me thus. Those false dissembling kisses Wound me to death. Return unto my bosom, That never shall be warm with other's touch. she's common, and will mix her lustful blood Even with beasts.
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You in throne me Lady In happinesse, above the difference Of that may bth can boast. You make me perfect: And every touch of this delicious hand, Chk, lip immortallize me. O'pe my treasury, And let it waste to emptinesse. Wilt please Thine eyes? Wee'l mount a Chariot made of diamonds, Whoe lights reflexion shall create a day In the Cmmerian valleis. From some height We will survey the earth, and where weake beames Cannot extend themselves, wee'l have an optick Shall show us in an instant all the hemispheare. Wee'l see the faire Arcadian Virgins hunt In their Parthenian groves. Wee'l count the beasts Lurke in Hucanias dens; number the pines That crowne Lycaus. You are the onely object Mine eyes would gaze at. Would thine cares be blest With pleasing sounds? The ayery Choristers Shall straine their throats by art, and harmony Call downe the spheares to make her consort up. Your words are onely musick. For thy smell Saba shall be translated where thou go'st, And strew thy path with spices. Panthers skins Shall be thy couch, and amber pave the floore Where thy foot treads. This breath's perfume enough To create a Phoenix, Wouldst delight thy taste? Then Samlan Peacocks, and Ambracian Kidd, Henns of Numidia, Phesants, Phenicopters, Tatelan Lamprayes; Eels of Benacus, Cockles of Lucne; Eleusinian Plaise Shall fill thy dish, and thousand changes more To wht new appetite. Shalt drink no wine But what alrus or Calabrian Aulon Yeld from their grapes. This kisse is more then Nectar. Shalt sleep upon a bed of purest down, Driven from white necks of Caysters Swans, And Peneus parowes. With Assyrian silkes cloath hy body. But this touch is softer. You avish me with joes beyond expression. Why, this is rare. I am not angry. I am very joyfull: this tickles me. And mak's me young. And me merry. Now my iceniate murderer, what say you to a dish of gluttony will bread the gout in a Lord before a begger can break his fast with it? Are not we cookes good instruments? who together with an Hospitall of sinne cause diseases faster then you can cure them? A livelyer musick, come sweet heart wee'l dance. How doth my sweetheart like it? I doe not with an Oconomick strictnesse Observe my servants, and direct their actions: Pleasure is free. But what sad object's this? I come to snatch a Husband from thine armes Lascivious strumpet; thou whose looser eyes Bewitcht his ill affection, and entice His thoughts with wanton appetite of sense, From my chast love. Doth not Physander see Ruine hid under every bayt of pleasure; She lays to catch him? Laugh at her sweet heart, Thou art secure in thee embraces. Do not Afflict me thus. Those false dissembling kisses Wound me to death. Return unto my bosome, That never shall be warm with others touch. Shee's common, and will mixe her lustfull blood Even with beasts.