Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
For were it in my Power, To love thee now this hour, More than I did the last; I would then so fall, I might not Love at all; Love that can flow, and can admit increase, Admits as well an Ebb, and may grow less. True Love is still the same; the torrid Zones, And those more frigid ones, It must not know: For Love grown cold or hot, Is Lust, or Friendship, not The thing we have; For that's a flame would die, Held down, or up to high: Then think I love more than I ca●… express, And would love more, could I but love thee less. Leave me! for to a Soul, so out of Tune as mine is now; nothing is harmony: when once the maine-spring, Hope, is fall'n into disorder; no wonder, if the lesser wheels, Desire, and joy, stand still; my thoughts like Bees when they have lost their King, wander confusedly up and down, and settle no where. Orithie, fly! fly the room, as thou wouldst shun the habitations which Spirits haunt, or where thy nearer friends walk after death; here is not only Love, ●…ut Loves plague too— misfortune; and so high, that it is sure infectious! Madam, so much more miserable am I this way than you, that should I pity you, I should forget myself: my sufferings are such, that with less patience you may endure your own, than give mine Audience. There is that difference, that you may make yours none at all, but by considering mine! O speak them quickly then! the marriage day to passionate Lovers never was more welcome, than any kind of ease would be to me now. Could they be spoke, they were not then so great. I love, and dare not say I love; dare not hope, what I desire; yet still too must desire— and like a starving man brought to a feast, and made say grace, to what he ne'er shall taste, be thankful after all, and kiss the hand, that made the wound thus deep. 'Tis hard indeed, but with what unjust scales, thou took'st the weight of our misfortunes, be thine own Judge now. thou mournest for loss of that thou never hadst, or if thou hadst a loss, it never was of a Thersames. wouldst thou not think a Merchant mad, Orithie? if thou shouldst see him weep, and tear his hair, because he brought not both the Indies home? and wouldst not think his sorrows very just, if having fraught his ship with some rich Treasure, he sunk i'th' very Port? This is our case. And do you think there is such odds in it? would Heaven we women could as easily change our fortunes as ('tis said) we can our minds. I cannot (Madam) think them miserable, that have the Princes Love.
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For were it in my Power, To love thee now this hower, More than I did the last; I would then so fall, I might not Love at all; Love that can flow, and can admit increase, Admits as well an Ebb, and may grow lesse. True Love is still the same; the torrid Zones, And those more frigid ones, It must not know: For Love growne cold or hot, Is Lust, or Friendship, not The thing wee have; For that's a flame would die, Held downe, or up to high: Then thinke I love more than I ca expresse, And would love more, could I but love thee lesse. Leave mee! for to a Soule, so out of Tune as mine is now; nothing is harmony: when once the maine-spring, Hope, is falne into disorder; no wonder, if the lesser wheeles, Desire, and Ioy, stand still; my thoughts like Bees when they have lost their King, wander confusedly up and downe, and settle no where. Orithie, flie! flie the roome, as thou would'st shun the habitations which Spirits haunt, or where thy nearer friends walk after death; here is not only Love, ut Loves plague too—mis-fortune; and so high, that it is sure infectious! Madam, so much more miserable am I this way than you, that should I pitie you, I should forget my selfe: my sufferings are such, that with lesse patience you may endure your owne, than give mine Audience. There is that difference, that you may make yours none at all, but by considering mine! O speake them quickly then! the marriage day to passionate Lovers never was more welcome, than any kinde of ease would be to mee now. Could they be spoke, they were not then so great. I love, and dare not say I love; dare not hope, what I desire; yet still too must desire— and like a starving man brought to a feast, and made say grace, to what he nere shall taste, be thankfull after all, and kisse the hand, that made the wound thus deepe. 'Tis hard indeed, but with what unjust scales, thou took'st the weight of our mis-fortunes, be thine owne Judge now. thou mourn'st for losse of that thou never hadst, or if thou hadst a losse, it never was of a Thersames. would'st thou not thinke a Merchant mad, Orithie? if thou shouldst see him weepe, and teare his haire, because hee brought not both the Indies home? and wouldst not thinke his sorrowes verie just, if having fraught his ship with some rich Treasure, hee sunke i'th' verie Port? This is our case. And doe you thinke there is such odds in it? would Heaven we women could as easily change our fortunes as ('tis said) wee can our minds. I cannot (Madam) thinke them miserable, that have the Princes Love.