Cowley, Abraham · published 1638 · first performed or written 1633 [c.1633-1636] (Annals) pastoral unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Base villain, is this your love? Give me my ring again? No, no; soft there: I intend to bestow it on your husband; He'll keep it better far than you have done. What shall I do? Alupis, good Alupis, Stay but a little while, pray do but hear me. No, I'll come to you in the afternoon Your husband will be selling of some kine And Hylace tending the sheep. Pray hear me, command me any thing And be but silent of this, good Alupis; Hugh, Hugh, Hugh. Yes, yes, I will be silent, I'll only blow a trumpet on yond hill, Till all the country swains are flocked about me. Then show the ring, and tell the passages 'Twixt you and me. Alas! I am undone. Well now 'tis ripe; I have had sport enough Since I behold your penitential tears I'll propose this to you, if you can get Your Daughter to be married to Palaemon This day, for I'll allow no longer time; Tomorrow I'll restore your ring, and swear Never to mention what is passed betwixt us, If not— you know what follows— take your choice. I'll do my best endeavour. Go make haste then, You know your time's but short, and use it well: Now if this fail the devil's in all wit. I'll go and thrust it forward, if it take, I'll sing away the day, For 'tis but a folly To be melancholy, Let's live here whilst we may. Pray follow me no more, methinks that modesty Which is so lively painted in your face Should prompt your maiden heart with fears and blushes To trust yourself in so much privateness With one you know not. I should love those fears And call them hopes, could I persuade myself, There were so much heat in you as to cause them; Prithee leave me; if thou dost hope success To thine own love, why interruptest thou mine? If love cause you To follow him, how can you angry be? Because love forces me without resistance To do the same to you? Love should not grow So subtle as to play with arguments. Love should not be an enemy to reason. To love is of itself a kind of Folly, But to love one who cannot render back Equal desire, is nothing else but madness: Tell him so; 'tis a lesson he should learn. Not to love is of't self a kind of hardness, But not to love him who hath always wooed you With chaste desires, is nothing less than tyranny. Tell him so; 'tis a lesson he should learn. Why do you follow him that flies from you? Why do you fly from him that follows you? Why do you follow? Why do you fly from me? The Fates command me that I must not love you. The Fates command me that I needs must love you.
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Base villaine, is this your love? Give me my ring againe? No, no; soft there: I intend to bestow it on your husband; He'le keepe it better farre then you have done. What shall I doe? Alupis, good Alupis, Stay but a little while, pray doe but heare me. No, I'le come to you in the afternoone Your husband will be selling of some kine And Hylace tending the sheepe. Pray heare me, command me any thing And be but silent of this, good Alupis; Hugh, Hugh, Hugh. Yes, yes, I will be silent, I'le only blow a trumpet on yon hill, Till all the countrey swaines are flockt about me. Then show the ring, and tell the passages 'Twixt you and me. Alas! I am undone. Well now 'tis ripe; I have had sport enough Since I behold your penitentiall teares I'le propose this to you, if you can get Your Daughter to be married to Palaemon This day, for I'le allow no longer time; To morrow I'le restore your ring, and sweare Never to mention what is past betwixt us, If not— you know what followes— take your choyse. I'le doe my best endevour. Goe make hast then, You know your time's bnt short, and use it well: Now if this faile the Divel's in all wit. I'le goe and thrust it forward, if it take, I'le sing away the day, For 'tis but a folly To be melancholly, Let's live here whilst wee may. Pray follow me no more, me thinks that modesty Which is so lively painted in your face Should prompt your maiden heart with feares and blushes To trust your selfe in so much privatnesse With one you know not. I should love those feares And call them hopes, could I perswade my selfe, There were so much heate in you as to cause them; Prithee leave me; if thou dost hope successe To thine owne love, why interrupt'st thou mine? If love cause you To follow him, how can you angry bee? Because love forces me without resistance To doe the same to you? Love should not grow So subtill as to play with arguments. Love should not be an enemy to reason. To love is of it selfe a kind of Folly, But to love one who cannot render back Equall desire, is nothing else but madnesse: Tell him so; 'tis a lesson he should learne. Not to love is of't selfe a kind of hardnesse, But not to love him who hath alwayes woo'd you With chast desires, is nothing lesse then tyranny. Tell him so; 'tis a lesson he should learne. Why doe you follow him that flyes from you? Why doe you fly from him that followes you? Why doe you follow? Why doe you fly from me? The Fates command me that I must not love you. The Fates command me that I needs must love you.