Cowley, Abraham · published 1638 · first performed or written 1633 [c.1633-1636] (Annals) pastoral unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 536 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Pray spare your fine persuasions, and set speeches, And rather tell them to those stones and trees, 'Twill be to as good purpose quite, as when You spend them upon me. Give me my final answer, that I may be either blessed for ever, or die quickly; Delay's a cruel rack, and kills by piecemeals. Then here 'tis, you're an ass, (Take that for your incivility to my mother) And I will never love you. You're a woman; A cruel and fond woman, and my passion Shall trouble you no more; but when I'm dead My angry Ghost shall vex you worse than now Your pride doth me, Farewell. Nay stay Sir, have you found her? How now? what's the matter? For I will have her out of you, or else I'll cut thee into atoms, till the wind Play with the shreds of thy torn body. Look her Or I will do't. Whom; or where? I'll tell thee honest fellow; thou shalt go From me as an Ambassador to the Sun, For men call him the eye of heaven, (from which Nothing lies hid) and tell him— do you mark me— tell him From me— that if he send not word where she is gone, I will— nay by the Gods I will. Alas poor Gentleman! Sure he hath lost some Mistress; beauteous women Take notice of him, (pray) your speaking is Worth more than all the rest. You're very welcome Thank you fair Nymph, this is indeed a welcome Salutes her, I never saw, beauty and affability So well conjoined before; if I stay long I shall be quite undone. Nay come, put on too. You are most kindly welcome. You bless me too much; The honour of your lip is entertainment Princes might wish for. Bless me how he looks! And how he talks; his kiss was honey too, His lips as red and sweet as early cherries, Softer than Bevers skins Bless me, how I envy her! Would I had that kiss too! How his eye shines! what a bright flame it shoots! How red his cheeks are! so our garden apples Look on that side where the hot Sun salutes them. How well his hairs become him! Just like that star which ushers on the day. How fair he is! fairer then whitest blossoms? They two have got a kiss; Why should I lose it for want of speaking? You're welcome shepherd. Come on: For 'tis but a folly, etc.: Do you hear? you are welcome. Oh! here's another must have a kiss: Go you're a paltry knave, ay, that you are, To wrong an honest woman thus. Why he shall kiss thee, never fear it, alas! I did but jest, he'll do't for all this, Nay, because I will be a Patron to thee I'll speak to him. You're a slandering knave, And you shall know't, that you shall. Nay, if you scold so loud Others shall know it too; He must stop your mouth, Or you'll talk on this three hours; Callidorus If you can patiently endure a stink, Or have frequented ere the City Bear-garden, Prithee salute this fourscore years, and free me, She says you're welcome too.
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Pray spare your fine perswasions, and set speeches, And rather tell them to those stones and trees, 'Twill be to as good purpose quite, as when You spend them upon me. Give me my finall answer, that I may Bee either blest for ever, or die quickly; Delay's a cruell rack, and kils by piece-meales. Then here 'tis, you're an asse, (Take that for your incivilitie to my mother) And I will never love you. You're a woman; A cruell and fond woman, and my passion Shall trouble you no more; but when I'me dead My angry Ghost shall vex you worse then now Your pride doth mee, Farewell. Nay stay Sir, have you found her? How now? whats the matter? For I will have her out of you, or else I'le cut thee into atomes, til the wind Play with the shreeds of thy torne body. Looke her Or I will do't. Whom; or where? I'le tell thee honest fellow; thou shalt goe From me as an Embassador to the Sunne, For men call him the eye of heaven, (from which Nothing lyes hid) and tell him—doe you marke me—tell him From me—that if he send not word where shee is gone, — I will — nay by the Gods I will. Alas poore Gentleman! Sure he hath lost some Mistris; beautious women Take notice of him, (pray) your speaking is Worth more then all the rest. You're very welcome Thanke you fayre Nymph, this is indeed a welcome Salutes her, I never saw, beauty and affability So well conjoyn'd before; if I stay long I shall be quite undone. Nay come, put on too. You are most kindly welcome. You blesse mee too much; The honour of your lip is entertainment Princes might wish for. Blesse me how hee lookes! And how he talkes; his kisse was honey too, His lips as red and sweet as early cheryes, Softer then Bevers skins Blesse me, how I envy her! Would I had that kisse too! How his eye shines! what a bright flame it shootes! How red his cheekes are! so our garden apples Looke on that side where the hot Sun salutes them. How well his haires become him! Just like that starre which ushers on the day. How faire he is! fairer then whitest blossomes? They two have got a kisse; Why should I lose it for want of speaking? You're welcome shepheard. Come on: For 'tis but a folly, &c: Doe you heare? you are welcome. Oh! here's another must have a kisse: Goe you're a paltry knave, I, that you are, To wrong an honest woman thus. Why hee shall kisse thee, never feare it, alas! I did but jest, he'le do't for all this, Nay, because I will be a Patron to thee I'le speake to him. You're a slandering knave, And you shall know't, that you shall▪ Nay, if you scould so lowd Others shall know it too; He must stop your mouth, Or you'le talke on this three houres; Callidorus If you can patiently endure a stinke, Or have frequented ere the City Beare-garden, Prithee salute this fourescore yeares, and free me, She sayes you're welcome too.