Cowley, Abraham · published 1638 · first performed or written 1633 [c.1633-1636] (Annals) pastoral unassigned nearest T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin · 472 words
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That estate Which Fortune and my care hath given to me, The money which I have, and that's not much, The sheep, and Goats. And not the oxen too? Yes; every thing. The Horses too? I tell you, every thing. By Pan he'll make him promise him particularly Each thing above the value of a Beans-straw. You'll leave him the pails too, to milk the Kine in, And harness for the horses, will you not? ay, ay, what else; but 'tis no matter for that, I know Palaemon's an ingenious man, And love him therefore; But's no matter for that neither Well, since we are both agreed, why do we stay here I know Palaemon longs t'embrace his Hylace. ay, ay, 'tis no matter for that, within this hour we will be ready, Aegon, pray be you so, Farewell my son in Law that shall be, But's no matter for that: Farewell all: Come Truga. Come on then, let's not stay too long in trifling, Palaemon go, and prepare yourself against the time. I'll go acquaint my Bellula with your plot, Lest this unwelcome news should too much grieve her, Before she know my meaning. Do, do; and I'll go study Some new-found ways to vex the fool Malernus. For 'tis but a folly, To be melancholy, &c. Whilst Callidorus lives, I cannot love thee. These were her parting words; I'll kill him then; Why do I doubt it Fool? such wounds as these Require no gentler medicine; methinks Love Frowns at me now, and says I am too dull, Too slow in his command: and yet I will not, These hands are virgins yet, unstained with villainy, Shall I begin to teach them?— methinks Piety Frowns at me now, and says, I am too weak Against my passions. Piety!— 'T was fear begot that Bugbear; for thee Bellula I durst be wicked, though I saw Ioves hand Armed with a naked thunderbolt: Farewell, If thou be'st any thing, and not a shadow To fright boys and old women) Farewell conscience, Go and be strong in other petty things To Lovers come, when Lovers may make use of thee, Not else: and yet,— what shall I do or say? I see the better way, and know 'tis better, Yet still this devious error draws me backward. So when contrary winds rush out and meet, And wrestle on the Sea with equal fury The waves swell into mountains, and are driven Now back, now forward, doubtful of the two Which Captain to obey. Ha, ha, I'll have such excellent sport For 'tis but a folly, &c. Why here's a fellow now makes sport of every thing, See one man's fate how it excels another, He can sit, and pass away the day in jollity, My music is my sighs, whilst tears keep time.
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That estate Which Fortune and my care hath given to me, The money which I have, and that's not much, The sheepe, and Goats. And not the oxen too? Yes; every thing. The Horses too? I tell you, every thing. By Pan hee'le make him promise him particularly Each thing above the valew of a Beanes-straw. You'le leave him the pailes too, to milke the Kine in, And harnesse for the horses, will you not? I, I, what else; but 'tis no matter for that, I know Palaemon's an ingenious man, And love him therefore; But's no matter for that neither Well, since we are both agreed, why do we stay here I know Palaemon longs t'imbrace his Hylace. I, I, 'tis no matter for that, within this houre Wee will be ready, Aegon, pray be you so, Farewell my son in Law that shall be, But's no matter for that: Farewell all: Come Truga. Come on then, let's not stay too long in trifling, Palaemon goe, and prepare your selfe against the time. I'le goe acquaint my Bellula with your plot, Lest this unwelcome newes should too much grieve her, Before she know my meaning. Doe, doe; and I'le goe study Some new-found wayes to vex the foole Malernus. For 'tis but a folly, To be melancholy, &c. Whilst Callidorus lives, I cannot love thee. These were her parting words; Ile kill him then; Why doe I doubt it Foole? such wounds as these Require no gentler med'cine; me thinkes Love Frownes at me now, and sayes I am too dull, Too slow in his command: and yet I will not, These hands are virgins yet, unstain'd with villany, Shall I begin to teach them?—me thinkes Piety Frownes at me now, and sayes, I am too weake Against my passions. Pietie! — 'T was feare begot that Bugbeare; for thee Bellula I durst be wicked, though I saw Ioves hand Arm'd with a naked thunderbolt: Farewell, If thou beest any thing, and not a shadow To fright boyes and old women) Farewell conscience, Goe and be strong in other petty things To Lovers come, when Lovers may make use of thee, Not else: and yet,—what shall I doe or say? I see the better way, and know 'tis beteer, Yet still this devious error drawes me backward. So when contrary winds rush out and meet, And wrastle on the Sea with equall fury The waves swell into mountaines, and are driven Now back, now forward, doubtfull of the two Which Captaine to obey. Ha, ha, Ile have such excellent sport For 'tis but a folly, &c. Why here's a fellow now makes sport of every thing, See one mans fate how it excels another, Hee can sit, and passe away the day in jollity, My musick is my sighes, whilst teares keepe time.