Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) pastoral; romance · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.77 · 465 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
I dare give thee my life, but pardon me This is not safe, thus seeking to assure. You may untimely happen loose Philoclea My duty binds me not to rob my parents, Such a departure may undo their comfort As you're a prince persuade me not commit So unnatural a trespass, we'll expect And satisfy our young desires till time Mature our joy, I could content myself To look on Pyrocles and think it happiness Enough, or if my soul affect variety Of pleasure every accent of thy voice Shall Court me with new rapture, and if these Delights be narrow for us there is left A modest kiss, whose every touch conveys Our melting souls into each others lips, Why should not you be pleased to look on me To hear and sometimes kiss Philoclea Indeed you make me blush What an eclipse Hath that veil made, it was not night till now Look if the stars have not withdrawn themselves As they had waited on her richer brightness. And missing of her eyes are stolen to bed, What world of beauty is behind that cloud But keep it still concealed, and let the creatures When they shall miss day (for the same without Thine eyes will glimmer like a petty taper) Fear to be lost in darkness, and expect No light to follow, but from those wide flames Which heaven hath threatened to destroy the world, When thou hast frighted us renew again Our state and cure again the fainting universe One look restores all— ha, Philoclea. There's something that sits heavy on my forehead I know you cannot but be noble, pray A little sleep, if I exceed three minutes Prithee wake me Ha, I do not like Her senses should be snatched away so strangely 'Tis an ill omen, I should trespass much 'gainst manners, to disturb her, beside she Did make it her request whose will is sacred, Then gently may she sleep, and yet if she Draw out this slumber to any length my hopes Are blasted, if I lose this opportunity Of flight, no hope hereafter can relieve us We are both undone, she sleeps still, I was not Quick enough to persuade her resolution So necessary, yet look up Philoclea, No, then enjoy thy dream, and let us try The kindness of our fate, pity a harsh Sound should disturb thy soft repose, I would But dare not steal a kiss for fear to wake her, And yet my loud voice may be more offensive Our souls are knit I see into one love Then 'tis but reason they should exercise Both the same act, why do not I sleep too The mist is fall'n already, if I but dream of her My slumbers shall be happy
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I dare give thee my life, but pardom me This is not safe, thus seeking to assure. You may vntimely happen loose Philoclea My dutie binds me not to rob my parents, Such a departure may undoe their comfort As y'are a prince perswade me not commit So unnaturall a trespasse, weel expect And satisfie our young desires till time Mature our joy, I could content my selfe To looke on Pyrocles and thinke it happines Enough, or if my soule affect variety Of pleasure every accent of thy voyce Shall Court me with new rapture, and if these Delights be narrow for us there is left A modest kisse, whose every touch conveies Our melting soules into each others lipes, Why should not you be pleas'd to looke on me To heare and sometimes kisse Philoclea Indeed you make me blush What an Ecclips Hath that vaile made, it was not night till now Looke if the starres have not withdrawne themselves As they had waited on her richer brightnes. And missing of her eyes are stolen to bed, What world of beauty is behinde that cloud But keepe it still conceal'd, and let the creatures When they shall misse day (for the same without Thine eyes will glimmer like a petty taper) Feare to be lost in darkenes, and expect No light to follow, but from those wide flames Which heaven hath threaten'd to destroy the world, When thou hast frighted us renew againe Our state and cure againe the fainting vniverse One looke restores all—ha, Philoclea. There's something that sits heavy on my forehead I know you cannot but be noble, pray A little sleepe, if I exceede three minutes Prithee wake me Ha, I doe not like Her sences should be snatchd away so strangely 'Tis an ill omen, I should trespasse much Gainst manners, to disturbe her, beside she Did make it her request whose will is sacred, Then gently may she sleepe, and yet if she Draw out this slumber to any length my hopes Are blasted, if I loose this opportunitie Of flight, no hope hereafter can releeve us We are both undone, she sleepes still, I was not Quicke enough to perswade her resolution So necessarie, yet looke up Philoclea, No, then enjoy thy dreame, and let us try The kindnes of our fate, pitty a harsh Sound should disturbe thy oft repose, I would But dare not steale a kisse for feare to wake her, And yet my loude voyce may be more offensive Our soules are knit I see into one love Then 'tis but reason they should exercise Both the same act, why doe not I sleepe too The mist is falne already, if I but dreame of her My slumbers shall be happy