Berkeley, William · published 1638 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 483 words
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Not a sigh older these seven years if't Please Sir CUPID, for he blows our bellows. But look, yonder's your servant, there's no Starting now; you must stand to't, but before He comes to interrupt us, observe with me, How in that deep band, short cloak, and his Great boots, he looks three stories high, and His head is the garret, where he keeps nothing but lists of Horse matches, and some designs for his next clothes. Where is his cellarage? He'll show it thee himself dear PHILLIDA, and Thine too, if thou wilt have him: but they make to us. Madam will you honour me, and this Gentleman, With a sight of that which doth enrich the World? You will not take our excuses, if we should say You find us now with more advantage to our beauties. So breaks the morning forth, but the sun's Rays, are not so quick and piercing as your eyes, For they descend even to our hearts. Heaven defend: my heart would tremble if they should. Why madam? See such impieties as are lodged there in a Man, and not be stuck with horror, 'tis impossible. Your wit doth make you cruel: but Madam, I Have something to deliver unto you, which your Father commanded no ear should hear but yours. What have you there CLEON? Verses Madam. Whose? Of Lord ERGASTO'S, Written in celebration of the fair HERMIONE. Did he buy them, or found them without a father, And has adopted them for his own? They are his own. Here. I pray read them. What have I deserved of you good CLEON, that You should make me read his Verses in his own presence? If you think I have not already as an ill opinion Of him, as I can have, you lose your labour. Read them, and I'll assure you you'll find things Well said and seriously, and you will alter your opinion of him. Pray give them me, I long to be working wonders. Rubies— Peases— Do you not think he has done my cousin a Simple favour comparing of her voice to that of Heaven? 'Tis his love makes him do it, not finding any Thing on Earth fit to express her, he Searcheth Heaven for a similitude. Alas good Gentleman, 'tis the first time he Ever thought on't; what frequent thunders Should I hear, if 'twere as he would have it? Let me counsel you, lay them aside till They have contracted an inch of dust, then with Your finger write their Epitaph, expressing The mutual quiet they gave men, and received From them; or as all poisons serve for some use, Give them your Physician, and let him Apply them to his Patient for a Vomit, This way they may be useful. however you esteem them, such an Elegy Would make you think your glass had not yet flattered you.
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Not a sigh older these seven yeares if't Please Sir CVPID, for he blowes our bellowes. But looke, yonders your servant, there's no Starting now; you must stand too't, but before He comes to interrupt us, observe with me, How in that deepe band, short cloake, and his Great bootes, he lookes three stories high, and His head is the garret, where he keepes nothing but lists of Horse matches, and some designes for his next cloaths. Where is his cellarage? He'll shew it thee himselfe deare PHILLIDA, and Thine too, if thou wilt have him: but they make to us. Madam will you honor me, and this Gentleman, With a sight of that which doth inrich the World? You will not take our excuses, if we should say You find us now with more advantage to our beauties. So breakes the morning forth, but the Sunnes Raies, are not so quicke and piercing as your eyes, For they descend even to our hearts. Heaven defend: my heart would tremble if they should. Why Madame? See such impieties as are lodg'd there in a Man, and not be stucke with horror, 'tis impossible. Your wit doth make you cruell: but Madam, I Have something to deliver unto you, which your Father commanded no eare should heare but yours. What have you there CLEON? Verses Madam. Whose? Of Lord ERGASTO'S, Written in celebration of the faire HERMIONE. Did he buy them, or found them without a father, And has adopted them for his owne? They are his owne. Here. I pray read them. What have I deserv'd of you good CLEON, that You should make me read his Verses in his owne presence? If you thinke I have not already as an ill opinion Of him, as I can have, you lose your labour. Read them, and Ile assure you you'l find things Well said and seriously, and you will alter your opinion of him. Pray give them me, I long to be working wonders. Rubies—Peases—Roses—Heaven. Doe you not thinke he has done my Cozen a Simple favour comparing of her voice to that of Heaven? 'Tis his love makes him doe it, not finding any Thing on Earth fit to expresse her, he Searcheth Heaven for a similitude. Alas good Gentleman, 'tis the first time he Ever thought on't; what frequent thunders Should I heare, if'twere as he would have it? Let me counsaile you, lay them aside till They have contracted an inch of dust, then with Your finger write their Epitaph, expressing The mutuall quiet they gave men, and received From them; or as all poisons serve for some use, Give them your Physitian, and let him Apply them to his Patient for a Vomit, This way they may be usefull. How ever you esteeme them, such an Elogy Would make you thinke your glasse had not yet flattered you.