Gascoigne, George / Kinwelmershe, Francis / Yelverton, ChristopherEuripides / Dolce, Lodovico · published 1575 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma · 488 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
NOt stately Troy though Priam yet did live, Can now compare fountain bel'eaü to pass: Nor Syrian towers, whose lofty steps did strive, To climb the throne where angry Saturn was. For outward show the ports are of such price, As scorn the cost which Cesar spilled in Room: Such works within as stain the rare device, Which whilom he Apelles wrought on tomb. Swift Tiber flood which fed the Roman pools, Puddle to this where Crystal melts in streams, The pleasant place where Muses kept their schools, (Not parched with Phoebe, nor banished from his beams) Yield to those Dames, nor sight, nor fruit, nor smell, Which may be thought these gardens to excel. LAdy receive, receive in gracious wise, This ragged verse, these rude ill skribled lines: Too base an object for your heavenly eyes, For he that writes his freedom (lo) resigns Into your hands: and freely yields as thrall His sturdy neck (erst subject to no yoke) But bending now, and headlong priest to fall, Before your feet, such force hath beauty's stroke. Since than mine eyes (which scorned our English) dames In foreign courts have chosen you for fair, Let be this verse true token of my flames, And do not drench your own in deep despair. Only I crave (as I nill change for new) That you vouchsafe to think your servant true. THe thristles thread which pampered beauty spins, In thraldom binds the foolish gazing eyes: As cruel Spiders with their crafty gins, In worthless webs do snare the simple Flies. The garments gay, the glittering golden gite, The 'ticing talk which flows from Pallas pools: The painted pale, the (too much) read made white, Are smiling baits to fish for loving fools. But lo, when eld in toothless mouth appears, And hoary hears in steed of beauty's blaze: Than had I witted, doth teach repenting years, The tickle tract of crafty Cupid's maze. Twixt fair and foul therefore, twixt great and small, A lovely nuthrowne face is best of all. THe Partridge in the pretty Mertines foot, Who feels her force suppressed with fearfulness, And finds that strength nor strife can do her boot, To scape the danger of her deep distress: These woeful words may seem for to rehearse Which I must writ in this waymenting verse. What helpeth now (sayeth she) dame natures skill, To die my feathers like the dusty ground? Or what prevails to lend me wings at will Which in the air can make my body bound? Since from the earth the dogs me drove perforce, And now aloft the Hawk hath caught my corpse. If change of colours, could not me convey, Yet might my wings have scaped the dogs despite: And if my wings did fail to fly away, Yet might my strength resist the Merlines might. But nature made the Merline me to kill, And me to yield unto the Merlines william.
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NOt ſtately Troye though Priam yet did liue, Could now compare Founteine bel'eaü to paſſe: Nor Syrian towers, whoſe loftie ſteppes did ſtriue, To climbe the throne where angry Saturne was. For outward ſhew the ports are of ſuch price, As ſkorne the coſt which Ceſar ſpilt in Roome: Such works within as ſtayne the rare deuiſe, Which whilome he Apelles wrought on toome. Swift Tiber floud which fed the Romayne pooles, Puddle to this where Chriſtall melts in ſtreames, The pleaſaunt place where Muſes kept their ſchooles, (Not parcht with Phoebe, nor baniſht from his beames) Yeeld to thoſe Dames, nor ſight, nor fruite, nor ſmell, Which may be thought theſe gardens to excell. LAdy receyue, receiue in gracious wiſe, This ragged verſe, theſe rude ill ſkribled lines: Too baſe an obiect for your heauenly eyes, For he that writes his fréedome (lo) reſignes Into your handes: and fréely yéelds as thrall His ſturdy necke (earſt ſubiect to no yoke) But bending now, and headlong preſt to fall, Before your féete, ſuch force hath beauties ſtroke. Since then mine eyes (which ſkornd our Engliſh) dames In forrayne courtes haue choſen you for fayre, Let be this verſe true token of my flames, And do not drench your owne in déepe diſpayre. Onely I craue (as I nill change for new) That you vouchſafe to thinke your ſeruaunt trew. THe thriſtles thred which pampred beauty ſpinnes, In thraldom binds the fooliſh gazing eyes: As cruell Spiders with their crafty ginnes, In worthleſſe webbes doe ſnare the ſimple Flies. The garments gay, the glittring golden gite, The tyſing talk which flowes from Pallas pooles: The painted pale, the (too much) red made white, Are ſmiling baytes to fiſhe for louing fooles. But lo, when eld in toothleſſe mouth appeares, And hoary heares in ſtéede of beauties blaze: Than had I wiſt, doth teach repenting yeares, The tickle track of craftie Cupides maze. Twixt faire and foule therfore, twixt great and ſmall, A louely nuthrowne face is beſt of all. THe Partridge in the pretie Mertines foote, Who féeles hir force ſuppreſt with fearfulneſſe, And findes that ſtrength nor ſtrife can do hir boote, To ſcape the danger of hir déepe diſtreſſe: Theſe wofull wordes may ſéeme for to reherſe Which I muſt write in this waymenting verſe. What helpeth now (ſayeth ſhe) dame natures ſkill, To die my feathers like the duſtie ground? Or what preuayles to lend me winges at will Which in the ayre can make my bodie bound? Since from the earth the dogges me draue perforce, And now aloft the Hauke hath caught my corſe. If chaunge of colours, could not me conuey, Yet mought my wings haue ſcapt the dogges deſpite: And if my wings did fayle to flie away, Yet mought my ſtrength reſiſt the Merlines might. But nature made the Merline mée to kill, And me to yéeld vnto the Merlines will.