Lower, William · published 1639 · first performed or written 1639 [c.1622-1639] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
I approve Your judgement in the art, when I but name Lucinda, that bare sound strikes heavenly music Into my soul, and makes my thoughts harmonious, Each syllable therein is a strong charm To hold me in the labyrinth of love; Fairest Lucinda why dost thou withhold The day so long, and suffer Perseus To live in night wanting thy wished presence, till thou appear I can behold no sun No beam of comfort, that bright wagoner, Who doth begin his progress in the East And ends it in the West, each day surrounding The compass of this lower world, infuses No light into my senses, for he stays To borrow some of them; bright star appear. Now Sir I see love hath divinely wrought Upon your inward faculties, that could Beget so high a strain as you have used In admiration of the loud object; Put love they say is nurse of poetry. I think no less for for ere I was in love Before Lucinda's beauty kindled had A sacred fire in my inflamed breast, I knew not what it was to poetize, But now I'll clothe my lines in sable weeds, And vent my thoughts in an Elegiac name, I'll sing sad songs until my mistress comes For to inspire me better; O I cannot Bear with her absence, what think you my Lord Is she upon her journey that I may myself in person with some troops of horse Ride forth to meet her on the way as far As the wild deserts of Arabia stretch To safe conduct her hither. Noble Prince I do believe she wants no strong convoy To guard her o'er the mountains, and more strength Added, I think would be superfluous, For sure the King knowing the passage well How dangerous, how long and troublesome Would ne'er consent she should go weakly guarded, But you may do your pleasure. Friend, what news Bringst thou unto the Court? what speaks thy face Commixed with dust and sweat? Redoubted Prince, It speaks in characters a story which Will make you sad to hear, and me to speak, Which thus I read unto you, our fair Princess, The beautiful Lucinda travelling through The Country of Arabia, for to meet Her happiness in Persia with a guard Of some few horse and foot, was set upon By soldiers, what they were I do not know, Their number was ten times as much as ours, Yet we so long resisted as we could, Until the most part of our men were slain, Than some were forced to save their lives by flights Some three or four, no more of which small number I write myself, who took my journey hither Alone to give you notice what befell us; Let not my news great Prince, exclude my welcome. But what befell the Princess all this while, Her Ladies and attendance?
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I approve Your iudgment in the art, when I but name Lucinda, that bare sound strikes heavenly musick Into my soule, and makes my thoughts harmonious, Each sillable therein is a strong charme To hould me in the labyrinth of love; Fairest Lucinda why dost thou with-hould The day so long, and suffer Perseus To live in night wanting thy wished presence, ill thou appeare I can behould no sunne No beame of comfort, that bright wagoner, Who doth begin his progresse in the East And ends it in the West, each day surrounding The compasse of this lower world, infuses No light into my sences, for he stayes To borrow some of the; bright starre appeare. Now Sir I see love hath divinely wrought Vpon your inward faculties, that could Beget so high a straine as you have us'd In admiration of the lowd obeict; Put love they say is urse of poetry. I thinke no lesse for for ere I was in love Before Lucindas beauty kindled had A sacred fie in my enflamed brest, I knew not what it was to poetize, But now I'le cloath my lines in sable weedes, And vent my thoughts in an Elegiack name, Ile sing sad songes untill my mistresse comes For to inspire me better; O I cannot Bare with hr absence, what thinke you my Lord Is she upon her journey that I may My selfe in person with some roopes of horse Ride sorth to meete her on the way as farre As the wild deserts of Arabia stretch To safe conduct her hither. Noble Prince I doe believe she wants no strong convoy To guard her o're the mountaines, and more strength Added, I thinke would be superfluous, For ure the King knowing the passage well How dangerus, how long and troublesome Would ne're consent she should goe weakly guarded, But you may doe your pleasure. Freind, what newes Bringst thou unto the Court? what speakes thy face Commixt with dust and sweat? Redouted Prince, It speakes in characters a story which Will make you sad to heare, and me to speake, Which thus I reade unto you, our faire Prinesse, The beautifull Lucinda travelling through The Country of Arabia, for to meet Her happinesse in Persia with a guard Of some few horse and foot, was set upon By souldiers, what they were I doe not know, Their number was ten times as much as ours, Yet we so long resisted as we could, Vntill the most part of our men were slaine, Then some were forc'd to save their lives by flight Some three or four, no more of which small number I write my selfe, who tooke my journey hither Alone to give you notice what befell us; Let not my newes great Prince, exclude my welcome. But what befell the Princesse all this while, Her Ladies and attendance?