Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
ay, who my restless wits have daily tied, In searching choicest objects of delight: Though none more grateful, none more tedious Than that most blessed content which they enjoy, Who underneath the courteous Laurel shade, In muse's laps do rest their weary heads; But now alas, what proud ambition, What jealous envy, greedy avarice, Hath cast infection on those purer springs? They whose kind steel was sometimes only proud In giving waxen tablets, some cured wounds, In their own ireful, and all hardened breasts, Imprint the tragic characters of death Hot in pursuit of lost lord Intellect; I am informed by Definition, My best esteemed loving Topicus Lies desperate hurt by Demonstration. So 'twixt my dear affection to him And bounden duty to my absent Lord, My hearts divided with convulsions, But pardon me great Amina, thy son Commands my service, this one duty done. Well met Invention, what have you found young Lord Intellect? No, and which adds to my misery, I hear I am like to lose myself, my dear friend Topicus. Indeed he is hurt, but our fear was greater than their danger, and it is happened better than they deserved. There is good hope of recovery. Thanks good Description for this happy news, but are you certain that the danger's past. It is most certain, and I would wish the other miseries which have so unexpected befallen us, were likely to have so hopeful an issue. There by Lady Method and the banished lords, How miserable you are all become, By great Discourses strange Distraction. Met you with Method? Oh she was too impatient and unkind to forsake our Sovereign in his extremity: her presence might have yielded him especial assistance. Pardon and pity that distressed Queen, Whose tender heart, oppressed with her grief, Would break with any rough or unkind touch. As towards Rheims I did direct my pace, I overtook a weary fainting voice, Which I approaching nearer found was hers, Alas, quoth she, I long since banished From the disordred Regions of the world, Have been contented in this only place, With old Discourse, my till now loving lord, Till now to live under his lovely roof: I always lay 'twixt his well folded Sheets, I ever have enclasped him in mine arms, Lest he should want delighting ornaments, Or for his plainness pass with less regard, I all the day have wooed the Sciences, To make him rob the longest coldest nights, I have sat reaving up the finest arts, And put into his hand a curious thread Wherewith he guided hath his certain steps Through many crooked winding Labyrinths; And now my Theseus, ah my kinder Theseus! Unwillingly was forced to leave his love, Cruel discourse doth rudely cast me off, And threatens me if I come near to him. Here I stepped in, and with the fairest means My troubled thoughts could find, persuaded her To change her resolution, and return; Which having half effected, there came on
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I, who my restles wits have dayly tied, In searching choicest objects of delight: Though none more gratefull, none more tedious Then that most blest content which they enjoy, Who underneath the courteous Lawrell shade, In muses laps doe rest their weary heads; But now alas, what proud ambition, What jealous envy, greedy avarice, Hath cast infection on those purer springs? They whose kind steele was sometimes only proud In giving waxen tablets, some cur'd wounds, In their owne irefull, and all hardned brests, Imprint the tragicke characters of death Hot in pursuite of lost lord Intellect; I am inform'd by Definition, My best esteemed loving Topicus Lies desperate hurt by Demonstration. So twixt my deare affection to him And bounden duty to my absent Lord, My hearts divided with convulsions, But pardon me great Amina, thy sonne Commands my service, this one duty done. Well met Invention, what have you found young Lord Intellect? No, and which adds to my misery, I heare I am like to loose my selfe, my deare friend Topicus. Indeed he is hurt, but our feare was greater then their danger, and it is happened better then they deserv'd. There is good hope of recovery. Thanks good Discription for this happy news, but are you certaine that the danger's past. It is most certaine, and I would wish the other miseries which have so unexpected befallen us, were likely to have so hopefull an issue. Theare by Lady Methode and the banisht lords, How miserable you are all become, By great Discourses strange Distraction. Met you with Method? Oh she was too impatient and unkinde to forsake our Soveraigne in his extremity: her presence might have yeelded him especiall assistance. Pardon and pitty that distressed Queene, Whose tender heart, oppressed with her griefe, Would breake with any rough or unkinde touch. As towards Rhems I did direct my pace, I overtooke a weary fainting voyce, Which I approaching neerer found was hers, Alas, quoth she, I long since banished From the disordred Regions of the world, Have beene contented in this only place, With old Discourse, my till now loving lord, Till now to live under his lovely roofe: I alwayes lay twixt his well folded Sheets, I ever have enclapst him in mine armes, Lest he should want desighting ornaments, Or for his plainnesse passe with lesse regard, I all the day have woed the Sciences, To make him rob the longest coldest nights, I have sate reaving up the finest arts, And put into his hand a curious threed Wherewith he guided hath his certaine steps Through many crooked winding Labyrinths; And now my Theseus, ah my kinder Theseus! Vnwillingly was forst to leave his love, Cruell discourse doth rudely cast me off, And threatens me if I come neer to him. Here I stept in, and with the fairest means My troubled thoughts could finde, perswaded her To change her resolution, and return; Which having half effected, there came on