Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Did none do greater mischief (Sir) than I, heaven would not much be troubled with sad story, nor would the quarrel man has to the Stars be kept alive so strongly. When he does leave't woman must take it up, and justly too; for robbing of the sex and giving all to you. Their weaknesses you mean, and I confess, Sir. The greatest subjects of their power or glory. Such gentle rape thou act'st upon my soul, and with such pleasing violence dost force it still; that when it should resist, it tamely yields, making a kind of haste to be undone, as if the way to victory were loss, and conquest came by overthrow. Pretty! Is it the child of nature, or of some fair hand? 'Tis as the beauty Madam of some faces, Arts issue only. Thersames, This concerns you most, brought you her picture? Something made up for her in haste I have. If she does owe no part of this fair dower unto the Painter, she is rich enough. A kind of merry sadness in this face becomes it much. There is indeed, Aglaura, a pretty sullenness dressed up in smiles, that says this beauty can both kill, and save. How like you her Thersames? As well as any man can do a house by seeing of the portal, here's but a face, and faces (Sir) are things I have not studied; I have my duty, and may boldly swear, what you like best will ever please me most. Spoke like Thersames, and my son, come! the day holds fair, let all the Huntsmen meet us in the vale, we will uncouple there. How odd a thing a crowd is unto me! sure nature intended I should be alone, had not that old doting man-mid-wife Time slept, when he should have brought me forth, I had been so too— To be borne near, and only near a crown— How now my Lord? what? walking o'th'tops of Pyramids? whispering yourself away like a denied lover? come! to horse, to horse, and I will show you straight a sight shall please you more than kind looks from her you dote upon after a falling out. Prithee what is't? I'll tell you as I go.— Which way? which way? This is the grove, 'tis somewhere here within.— Gently! Gently! No hurt, my Lord, I hope. None, none, Thou wouldst have warranted it to another, if I had broke my neck: what? dost think my horse and I show tricks? that which way soever he throws me like a Tumblers boy I must fall safe? was there a bed of roses there? would I were Eunuch if I had not as lief ha' fall'n in the state, as where I did, the ground was as hard, as if it had been paved with Platonic Ladies hearts, and this unconscionable fellow asks whether I have no hurt; where's my horse? Making love to the next mare I think.
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Did none doe greater mischiefe (Sir) than I, heav'n would not much be troubled with sad storie, nor would the quarrell man has to the Starres be kept alive so strongly. When hee does leave't woman must take it up, and justly too; for robbing of the sex and giving all to you. Their weaknesses you meane, and I confesse, Sir. The greatest subjects of their power or glorie. Such gentle rape thou act'st upon my soule, and with such pleasing violence dost force it still; that when it should resist, it tamely yeilds, making a kinde of haste to be undone, as if the way to victorie were losse, and conquest came by overthrow. Prettie! Is it the child of nature, or of some faire hand? 'Tis as the beautie Madam of some faces, Arts issue onely. Thersames, This concernes you most, brought you her picture? Something made u for her in haste I have. If she does owe no part of this faire dower unto the Painter, she is rich enough. A kinde of merrie sadnesse in this face becomes it much. There is indeed, Aglaura, a prettie sullennesse drest up in smiles, that sayes this beautie can both kill, and save. How like you her Thersames? As well as any man can doe a house by seeing of the portall, here's but a face, and faces (Sir) are things I have not studied; I have my dutie, and may boldly sweare, what you like best will ever please me most. Spoke like Thersames, and my sonne, come! the day holds faire, let all the Hunts-men meet us in the vale, we will uncouple there. How odd a thing a croud is unto me! sure nature intended I should be alone, had not that old doting man-mid-wife Time slept, when he should have brought me forth, I had beene so too— To be borne neere, and onely neere a crowne— How now my Lord? what? walking o'th'tops of Pyramids? whispering your selfe away like a deny'd lover? come! to horse, to horse, and I will shew you streight a sight shall please you more than kinde lookes from her you dote upon after a falling out. Prithee what is't? Ile tell you as I goe.— Which way? which way? This is the grove, 'tis somewhere here within.— Gently! Gently! No hurt, my Lord, I hope. None, none, Thou wouldst have warranted it to another, if I had broke my neck: what? do'st thinke my horse and I shew tricks? that which way soever he throwes me like a Tumblers boy I must fall safe? was there a bed of roses there? would I were Eunuch if I had not as lief h'a falne in the state, as where I did, the ground was as hard, as if it had been pav'd with Platonicke Ladies hearts, and this unconscionable fellow askes whether I have no hurt; where's my horse? Making love to the next mare I thinke.