Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) pastoral; romance · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
This shall be so to me while 'tis my fathers, I ha' not seen a goodlier person, how Came she admitted? she is gracious with the king She has a charm to win from all the world I have read the Amazons described so Good my Lord. These lips had he that robbed the dragon of The golden Apples, but once seen he would Ha wished to ha' gathered fruit here, and esteemed The gain of one sweet kiss reward sufficient For all his twelve hard labours Sir your grace Is pleasantly disposed to make my person The subject of your mirth And had those Creatures, Book blinded men, that dream of other worlds Tell of Elysian blessings, know the joys Are in your love they would have lost themselves As I have done in speculation You make me blush to hear you There's no action Dares so affright your blood, to talk, why Lady There be those men and women great and good Have found no shame in telling of their loves Nay in the acting Give me leave to tell you You are not modest if I understand you A King give breath to such foul thoughts, Your every action should be a star To guide your subjects, if you lose your piety What wickedness have they not hence for If the devotion of your service be To such a friend as Lust (as what name else Can it deserve) let those whose hearts are lost In sin be tempted to dishonour, I Abhor the thought, pardon me royal sir I hope these are but trials, if I thought There had been such a levity in men Thus to provoke you Smooth thy brow again Or I shall need no other punishment There's death too much in that; Philocles That name sounds all my comfort, and I must Despair to tell her so, I was to blame To be so peremptory, would I were again; To shape my answer Noble Lady. Sir That smile has put me out, oh look thus ever I was studying a new compliment to beg Thy excuse If you brought no offence there needs none sir I must suppose your love, love is noble chaste You will find that hereafter, oh Zelmane. Would thou couldst tell the meaning of my sighs You can express them. Not I Choose another to speak them for you And yet I want an or at or to tell you What I would say, howe'er I seem Dost bless me There's something wants a tongue, but for your passions I should not think they would carry so much discord To any virgin care delivered by a woman There is a Way to meet a gentle audience. At least not harsh disdain, did your fair daughter Philoclea the volume of all sweetness Plead half your suit, although it bordered on Something not altogether just, her tongue Might perchance guide it, but I am confident Your ends are noble
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This shall be so to mee while tis ny fathers, I ha not seene a goodlier person, how Came she admitted▪ gracious with the king She has a charme to win from all the world I have read the Amazons discrib'd so Good my Lord. These lippes had he that robd the dragon of The golden Apples, but once seene he would Ha wish'd to ha gatherd fruit heere, and esteemd The gaine of one sweet kifse reward sufficient For all his twelve hard labors Sir your grace Is pleasantly dispos'd to make my person The subject of your mirth And had those Creatures, Booke blinded men, that dreame of other worlds Tell of Elizian blessings, know the joyes Are in your love they would have lost themselves As I have done in speculation You make me blush to heare you Theres no action Dares so affright your blood, to talke, why Lady There be those men and women great and good Have found no shame in telling of their loves Nay in the acting Give me leave to tell you You are not modest if I understand you A King give breath to such foule thoughts, Your every action should be a starr To guide your subjects, if you loose your piety What wickednesse have they not heence for If the devotion of your service be To such a friend as Lust (as what name else Can it deserve) let those whose hearts are lost In sinne be tempted to dishonor, I Abhor the thought, pardon me royall sir I hope these are but trialls, if I thought There had been such a levity in men Thus to provoke you Smooth thy brow agen Or I shall neede no other punishment Theres death too much in that; Philocle That name sounds all my comfort, and I must Dispaire to tell her so, I was to blame To be so peremptorie, would I were agen; To shape my answer Noble Lady. Sir That smile has put me out, oh looke thus ever I was studying a new complement to begg Thy excuse If you brought no offence there needes none sir I must suppose your love, love is noble chaste You will finde that hereafter, oh Zelmane. Would thou couldst tell the meaning of my sighes You can expresse them. Not I Choose another to speake them for you And yet I want an or at or to tell you What I would say, how ere I seeme Dost blesse me Theres something wants a tongue, but for your passions I should not thinke they would carry so much discord To any virgin care delivered by a woman There is a Way to meete a gentle audience. At least not harsh disdaine, did your faire daughter Philolea the volume of all sweetnes Pleade halfe your suit, altho it borderd on Something not altogether just, her tongue Might perchance guide it, but I am confident Your ends are noble