Cowley, Abraham · published 1638 · first performed or written 1633 [c.1633-1636] (Annals) pastoral T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.82 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
I cannot choose But pity these two Lovers, and am taken Much with the serious trifles of their passion. Let's go and see, if we can break this net In which we all are caught; if any man Ask who we are, we'll say we are love's riddle. Thou art my better Genius, honest Aegon, And what am I? myself, my soul, my friend, Let me hug thee Alupis, and thee Aegon, Thee for inventing it, thee for putting it In act; But do you think the plot will hold? Hold? why I'll warrant thee it shall hold, Till we have tied you both in wedlock fast, Then let the bonds of Matrimony hold you If 'twill, if that will not neither, I can tell you What will I'm sure; A Halter. Then sing, &c.— Come, shall we knock? I do; For 'tis, &c.— Ho Truga; who's within there? You, Winter, Ho, you that the grave expected Some hundred years ago, you that intend To live till you turn Skeleton, and make All men aweary of you but Physicians, Pox on you, will you come. Did you command the servants to withdraw? I did forsooth. And have you shut the doors? Yes. Is there none can overhear our talk? Your curious enquiry much amazeth me, And I could wish you would excuse my boldness If I should ask the reason. Thou knowest well That thou hast found me always liker to Thy Kinswoman then Mistress, that thy breast Has been the Cabinet of all my secrets, This I tell thee, not as an exprobration, But because I must require thy faith And counsel here. And therefore prithee swear— Swear? to do what? To be more silent than the dead of night, And to thy power to help me. Would my power To assist you were as ready as my will, And for my tongue that Mistress I'll condemn Unto perpetual silence, ere it shall Betray the smallest word that you commit to't. By all— Nay do not swear, I will not wrong thy virtue To bind it with an oath. I'll tell thee all; Doth not my face seem paler than 'twas wont? Doth not my eye look as it borrowed flame From my fond heart; could not my frequent weepings, My sudden sighs, and abrupt speeches tell thee What I am grown? You are the same you were, Or else my eyes are liars. No, I'm a wretched Lover; couldst thou nor Read that out of my blushes? fie upon thee; Thou art a novice in love's school I see; Trust me I envy at thy ignorance, That canst not find out Cupid's characters In a lost Maid, sure thou didst never know him. Would you durst trust me with his name, Sure he had charms about him that might tempt Chaste Votaries, or move a Scythian rock When he shot fire into your chaster breast. I am ashamed to tell thee, prithee guess him, Why 'tis impossible.
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I cannot chuse But pitty these two Lovers, and am taken Much with the serious trifles of their passion. Let's goe and see, if we can breake this net In which we all are caught; if any man Aske who we are, we'le say we are Loves riddle. Thou art my better Genius, honest Aegon, And what am I? My selfe, my soule, my friend, Let me hugge thee Alupis, and thee Aegon, Thee for inventing it, thee for putting it In act; But doe you thinke the plot will hold? Hold? why I'le warrant thee it shall hold, Till we have ty'd you both in wedlock fast, Then let the bonds of Matrimonie hold you If 'twill, if that will not neither, I can tell you What will I'me sure; A Halter. Then sing, &c. — Come, shall we knock? I doe; For 'tis, &c. — Ho Truga; who's within there? You, Winter, Ho, you that the grave expected Some hundred yeares agoe, you that intend To live till you turne Skeleton, and make All men aweary of you but Physitians, Pox on you, will you come. Did you command the servants to withdraw? I did forsooth. And have you shut the doores? Yes. Is there none can over-heare our talke? Your curious enquiry much amazeth me, And I could wish you would excuse my boldnesse If I should aske the reason. Thou knowest well That thou hast found me alwayes liker to Thy Kinswoman then Mistris, that thy brest Has beene the Cabinet of all my secrets, This I tell thee, not as an exprobration, But because I must require thy faith And counsell here. And therefore prithee sweare— Sweare? to doe what? To be more silent then the dead of night, And to thy power to helpe me. Would my power To assist you were as ready as my will, And for my tongue that Mistris I'le condemne Vnto perpetuall silence, ere it shall Betray the smallest word that you commit to't. By all — Nay doe not sweare, I will not wrong thy vertue To bind it with an oath. Ile tell thee all; Doth not my face seeme paler then 'twas wont? Doth not my eye looke as it borrowed flame From my fond heart; could not my frequent weepings, My sudden sighes, and abrupt speeches tell thee What J am growne? You are the same you were, Or else my eyes are lyars. No, I'me a wretched Lover; could'st thou nor Read that out of my blushes? fie upon thee; Thou art a novice in Loves schoole I see; Trust me I envy at thy ignorance, That canst not find out Cupids characters In a lost Mayd, sure thou didst never know him. Would you durst trust me with his name, Sure he had charmes about him that might tempt Chast Votaries, or move a Scythian rock When he shot fire into your chaster breast. I am asham'd to tell thee, prithee ghesse him, Why 'tis impossible.