Nabbes, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1638 (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (second) (?); King's Revels Company (?) · Salisbury Court unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Did not friendship Restrain't, I should be angry: nay more; punish So great a sin against her innocence. I have laid all the baits that might entice Apt inclination to sweet wickedness; But could not catch her that way. She hath shunned them With witty scorn, and such imperious checks Have made me blush at my intentions soulness: Which now is cleared with noble resolution To give my hot desires their satisfaction In fair embraces, such as the reverence Of lawful Wedlock sweetens. Virtuous policy. Kill reputation, that you may preserve A little better conscience. Any judgement Would make a fair construction of my life, That surfeits in delights, and plays the Epicure In all variety and choice of pleasures Sooner then of thy act. Where ills do want A fair excuse (as thine doth) they are doubled. When thou hast seen her, thou wilt soon acknowledge In what a misty error thy invectives Have lost themselves. Nay rather hide her from me. She may raise motions; and if I should rival thee, I must be served: nothing was ere devised To fright libidinous nature from its proneness, That can restrain me. Shalt not make me jealous? Her soul is guarded with so many virtues Temptations cannot better it: and i'th' way Of noble love (though yet she never sung The music of consent) I dare prefer myself the first accepted. Still be confident. But who comes yonder? Some City loving couple. What's that Gallant? Surely 'tis Will Changelove; The Proteus of affection: one that varies As many shapes of love as there are objects. But what that she-thing is I do not know. She seems a handsome piece. That opportunity Would play the Bawd a little. You'd be nibbling. Changelove is my acquaintance. If they come this way (as 'tis most likely Tottenham-Court's the end of their early walking) I'll be thy introduction. Let's walk softly. Whilst I do ruminate some policy. Besides the recreation Sir, 'tis healthful. Indeed sloth dulls the spirit's activeness. And too much sleeping blunts the senses quickness; Though some be very needful; their affects Are the preservers of their instruments. I love early rising. But methinks a nap in a morning's good. True Mris. Stitchwell; when the brain hath purged itself of grosser fumes, the fancy yields Such solace to the inward waking sense In pleasant dreams, that I have often wished Those shadows real which they have presented; Or their continuance to eternity. Indeed I love to sleep in the morning. But stirring and exercise, I say. I would you would use it in bed then. I tell you Mr. Changelove though I am a tailor I keep servants that are stout knaves. I love them well, and they look well to my business. On holidays I give them leave to use exercise. Yes husband, your finisher is a pretty a fellow as ever did tradesman or his wife service. He pitcheth the bar, and throws the stone; it doth me good to think of it.
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Did not friendship Restrain't, I should be angry: nay more; punish So great a sin against her innocence. I have laid all the baits that might entice Apt inclination to sweet wickednesse; But could not catch her that way. She hath shund them With witty scorne, and such imperious checks Have made me blush at my intentions soulenesse: Which now is cleer'd with noble resolution To give my hot desires their satisfaction In faire embraces, such as the reverence Of lawfull Wedlock sweetens. Vertuou policie. Kill reputation, that you may preserve A little better conscience. Any judgement Would make a faire construction of my life, That surfets in delights, and playes the Epicure In all varietie and choyce of pleasures Sooner then of thy act. Where ils doe want A faire excuse (as thine doth) they are doubled. When thou hast seene her, thou wilt soone acknowledge In what a misty error thy invectives Have lost themselves. Nay rather hide her from me. She may raise motions; and if I should rivall thee, I must be serv'd: nothing was ere devis'd To fright libidinous nature from it's pronenesse, That can restraine me. Shal't not make me jealous▪ Her soule is guarded with so many vertues Temptations cannot btter it: and 'th'way Of noble love (though yet she nver sung The musicke of consent) I dare preferre My selfe the first accepted. Still be confident. But who comes yonder? Some Citie loving couple. What's that Gallant? Surely 'tis Will Changelove; The rotcus of affection: one that vary's As many shapes of love as there are objects. But what that shee-thing is I doe not know. She seems a handsome piece. That opportunity Would play the Bawd a little. You'd be nibbling. Changlove is my acquaintance. If they come this way (as 'tis most likely Tottenham-Court's the end of their early walking) I'le be thy introdution. Let's walke softly. Whilst I doe ruminate some policie. Besides the recreation Sir, tis he althfull. Indeed sloth duls the spirits activenesse. And too much sleeping blunts the senses quicknesse; Though some be very needfull; their affects Are the preservers of their instruments. I love early rising. But me thinks a nap in a morning's good. True Mris. Stitchwell; when the braine hath purg'd It selfe of grosser fumes, the fancy yeeld's Such solace to the inward waking sense In pleasant dreames, that I have often wish'd Those shadowes reall which they have presented; Or their continuance to eternitie. Indeed I love to sleepe in the morning. But stirring and exercise, I say. I would you would vse it in bed then. I tell you Mr. Changelove though I am a Taylor I keepe servants that are stout knaves. I love them well, and they looke well to my businesse. On holydayes I give them leave to use exercise. Yes husband, your finisher is a pretty a fellow as ever did tradesman or his wife service. He pitcheth the barr, and throws the stone; it doth me good to think of it.