Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Why are you vexed Lady, why do you frown? Here dwell no frowns, nor anger, from these gates Sorrow flies far: see here be all the pleasures That fancy can beget on youthful thoughts When the fresh blood grows lively, and returns Brisk as the April buds in primrose season. And first behold this cordial julep here That flames, and dances in his crystal bounds With spirits of balm, and fragrant syrups mixed. Not that Nepenthes which the wife of Thone In Aegypt gave to love borne He Is of such power to stir up joy as this, To life so friendly, or so cool to thirst. Why should you be so cruel to yourself, And to those dainty limbs which nature lent For gentle usage, and soft delicacy? But you invert the covenants of her trust, And harshly deal like an ill borrower With that which you received on other terms, Scorning the unexempt condition, By which all mortal frailty must subsist, Refreshment after toil, ease after pain, That have been tired all day without repast, And timely rest have wanted, but fair virgin This will restore all soon. 'twill not false traitor, 'twill not restore the truth and honesty That thou hast banished from thy tongue with lies, Was this the cottage, and the safe abode Thou told'st me of? what grim aspects are these, These ugly-headed monsters? Mercy guard me! Hence with thy brewed enchantments foul deceiver, Hast thou betrayed my credulous innocence With visored falsehood, and base forgery, And wouldst thou seek again to trap me here With liquorish baits fit to ensnare a brute? Were it a draft for Iuno when she banquets I would not taste thy treasonous offer; none But such as are good men can give good things, And that which is not good, is nor delicious To a well-governed and wise appetite. O foolishness of men! that lend their ears To those budge doctors of the Stoic fur, And fetch their precepts from the Cynic tub, Praising the lean, and sallow Abstinence. Wherefore did Nature pour her bounties forth With such a full and unwithdrawing hand, Covering the earth with odours, fruits, and flocks Thronging the seas with spawn innumerable But all to please, and sat the curious taste? And set to work millions of spinning worms, That in their green shops weave the smooth-haired silk To deck her Sons, and that no corner might Be vacant of her plenty, in her own loins She hutched th'all worshipped over, and precious gems To store her children with; if all the world Should in a pet of temperance feed on Pulse, Drink the clear stream, and nothing wear but freeze, Th'all-giver would be unthanked, would be unpraised, Not half his riches known, and yet despised, And we should serve him as a grudging master, As a penurious niggard of his wealth, And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons, Who would be quite surcharged with her own weight, plumes, And strangled with her waste fertility; Th'earth cumbered, and the winged air darked with The herds would over-multitude their Lords,
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Why are you vet Ladie, why doe you frow Here dwell no frowns, nor anger, from these gates Sorrow ies farre: see here be all the pleasurs That fancie can beget on youthfull thoughts When the fresh blood grows lively, and returns Brisk as the April buds in primrose season. And first behold thi cordial ulep here That flames, and dances in his crystall bounds With spirits of bale, and fragrant syrops mixt. Not that Nepenthes which the wife of Tho In Aegypt gave to love borne He Is of such power to up joy as this, To lie so friendly, or so coole to thirst. Why should you be so cruell to your selfe, And to those dain lims which nature lent For gentle usage, and soft delicacie? But you invert the cov'nants of her trust, And harhly deale like an ill borrower With that which you receiv'd on other termes, Scorning the uexempt condition, By which all mortall frailty must subsist, Refreshment after toile, ease after paine, That have been tir'd all day without repast, And timely rest have wanted, but faire virgin This will restore all soone. T'will not false traitor, T'will not restore the truth and honestie That thou hast banish't from thy tongue with lies, Was this the cottage, and the safe abode Thou told'st me of? what grim aspects are these, These ougly-headed monsters? Mercie guard me! Hence with thy brewd inchantments foule deceiver, Hast thou betray'd my credulous innocence With visor'd falshood, and base forgerie, And wouldst thou seek againe to trap me here With lickerish baits fit to ensnare a brute? Were it a draft for Iuno when she banquets I would not tast thy treasonous offer; none But such as are good men can give good things, And that which is not good, is nor delicious To a wel-govern'd and wise appetite. O foolishnesse of men! that lend their eares To those budge doctors of the Stoick furre, And fetch their praecepts from the Cynick tub, Praising the leane, and sallow Abstinence. Wherefore did Nature powre her bounties forth With such a full and unwithdrawing hand, Covering the earth with odours, fruits, and flocks Thronging the seas with spawne innumerable But all to please, and sate the curious tast? And set to work millions of spinning worms, That in their green shops weave the smooth-hair'd silk To deck her Sons, and that no corner might Be vacant of her plentie, in her owne loyns She hutch't th'all worshipt ore, and precious gems To store her children with; if all the world Should in a pet of temperance feed on Pulse, Drink the clear streame, and nothing weare but Freize, Th'all-giver would be unthank't, would be unprais'd, Not halfe his riches known, and yet despis'd, And we should serve him as a grudging master, As a penurious niggard of his wealth, And live like Natures bastards, not her sons, Who would be quite surcharg'd with her own weight, plumes, And strangl'd with her wast fertilitie; Th'earth cumber'd, and the wing'd aire dark't with The heards would over-inultitude their Lords,