Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) pastoral; romance · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
But for all his quaint speeches I'll keep my honesty close enough I warrant you Why should you be so cruel, nature made Your face the only object of man's wonder Does my face look like a flapjack? Is't possible there can be a soul so hard So unrelenting dwell in that fair body? If you knew the truth of my affection and with what Religion it looks upon your virtues. 'T would teach your eye compassion, gracious princess Let the distressed Dorus gain this mercy From you that with the blessedness of your White hand reaching to Mopsa this poor toy Which late I found my love may cherish hope At last to be accepted Oh fine what's that Madam? You must yet be a little coy to receive it I won't have it, and he would give it me A rich jewel the figure of a Crabfish The true emblem of my love's pace which looks another way To that it moves, she cannot but distinguish Whether I would direct my heart, her eyes Are fixed upon't, and my poor soul could here Star-gaze for ever By force not choice— all his desire is Mopsa Tow in your grace by my presenting it I'll take it for your sake, I won't thank him She has no apprehension, with what A calm and careless temper does she give it Madam Pamela, oh are you there, 'tis well What's the matter? I me out of breath, let me walk myself a little What haste does tire you? Tire me, I am no woman, keep your tires to yourself Nor am I Pericles' prince of tire. I do believe it, heaven make you an honest subject, For a wise one, I despair to see you. Am I the subject of your talk? But I give you leave to use your tongue, you're a woman, Dorus what make you idling here? is the field dunged as I gave Directions, and the Calf with the white face brought home to execution? I was careful in my duty. Believe me governor there is much hope of your servant, ay, governor becomes you, I like it well when you carry an M under your girdle, our govern, he will do pretty well in time, when I have taught him the manners of the Cart, he begins whistle in tune already, and can curry favour with the horses, but now I remember myself I forgot what I came hither for, oh d'ee hear 'tis the king your father's pleasure and mine, that you make haste to the lodge. I'll attend There will be gambols to please my Lady Salamandor. Zelmane you would say. I care not what you say, but if you mean to hear the Dances and see the fine songs you must make haste; Dorus you shall have leave to shake your heels, look you be mannerly, and show a clean calf, Mopsa what's that you ha' got there?
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But for all his queint speeches Ile keepe my honestie close enough I warrant you Why should you be so cruell, nature made Your face the onely object of mans wonder Does my face looke like a flapiack? Is't possible there can be a soule so hard So vnrelenting dwell in that faire body? If you knew the truth of my affection and with what Religion it lookes upon your vertues. 'T would teach your eye compassion, gracious princesse Let the distressed Dorus gaine this mercy From you that with the blessednes of your White hand reaching to Mopsa this poore toy Which late I found my love may cherish hope At last to be accepted Oh fine what's that Madam? You must yet be a little coy to receive it I wonot have it, and he woud give it me A rich Iewell the figure of a Crabfish The trew emblem of my loves pace which lookes another way To that it moves, she cannot but distinguish Whether I would direct my heart, her eyes Are fixt upon't, and my poore soule could heere Star-gaze for ever By force not choyce—all his desire is Mopsa Tow in your grace by my presenting it Ile take it for your sake, I wonot thanke him She has no apprehension, with what A calme and carelesse temper does she give it Madam Pamela, oh are you there, tis well Whats the matter? I me out of breath, let me walke my selfe a little What haste does tire you? Tire me, I am no woman, keepe your tires to your selfe Nor am I Pericles prince of Tyre. I doe beleeve it, heaven make you an honest subject, For a wise one, I dispaire to see you. Am I the subject of your talke? But I give you leave to use your tongue, y'are a woman, Dorus what make you ideling heere? is the field dung'd as I gave Directions, and the Calfe with the white face brought home to execution? I was carefull in my dutie. Beleeve me governor there is much hope of your servant, I, governour becomes you, I like it well when you carry an M vnder your girdle, our govern, he will do pritty well in time, when I have taught him the manners of the Cart, he begins whistle in tune already, and can curry favour with the horses, but now I remember my selfe I forgot what I came hither for, oh dee heare tis the king your fathers pleasure and mine, that you make haste to the lodge. Ile attend There will be gambolls to please my Lady Salamandor. Zelmane you would say. I care not what you say, but if you meane to heare the Dances and see the fine songs you must make haste; Dorus you shall have leave to shake your heeles, looke you be mannerly, and shew a cleane calf, Mopsa whats that you ha got there?