Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) not in BritDrama · Ogilby's Men unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Thou art my genius, but she's very holy, And, I fear, too religious to her vows, She is devoted much to Ceancrachius, head of the gods. Sir her piety Prepares your conquest, as I'll manage things, I won't trust the air too much. This kiss and all's confirmed. Pray my Lord use My poor heart kindly, for you take it with you. I leave mine in exchange. He is gone, advance To your Mistress, and if you want art to move her, I sha'not sir, to make you prosper, 'tis Firmly designed, when we meet next, you shall Know more. How now my fair Emeria. I do beseech your highness' pardon, I did think I was alone. Alone you are In beauty sweet Emeria, and all The graces of your sex. You are too great to flatter me, And yet this language comes So near the wickedness of court praise, I dare not With modesty imagine your heart means so. Yet in this garden, when you seemed most solitary, Madam, you had many fair, and sweet companions. Not I sir. Yes, and my rivals too Emeria, And now they court thy beauty in my presence Proud erring things of nature, dost not see As thou dost move, how every amorous plant Doth how his leafy head, and beckon thee; The wind doth practise dalliance with thy hairs And weave a thousand pretty nets within To catch itself. That violet drooped but now, How 'tis exalted at thy smile, and spreads A virgin bosom to thee. There's a rose Would have slept still within his bud, but at Thy presence, it doth open his thin curtains And with warm apprehension looking forth Betrays her love in blushes. And that Woodbine As it would be divorced from the sweet-briar, Courts thee to an embrace. It is not dew That like so many pearls embroider all The flowers, but tears of their complaint, with fear To lose thee, from whose eye they take in all That makes them beautiful, and with humble necks Pay duty unto thee their only spring. Your Grace is courtly. When these dull vegetals Show their ambition to be thine Emeria, How much should we, that have an active soul To know and value thee, be taken with This beauty? yet if you dare trust me Madam, There's none, within the throng of thy admirers, More willing, more devote to be thy servant Then Coribreus. I must again beseech Your pardon, and declare myself most ignorant: Pray speak your meaning in a dialect I understand. Why, I do love you Madam. If this be it, I dare not sir believe You condescend so low to love Emeria, A worthless thing. Why not? I love you Madam. If there be difference of our birth or state, When we are compared, it should make me the first In your fair thoughts: come, you must love again, And meet me with an equal active flame.
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Thou art my genius, but she's very holy, And, I feare, too religious to her vowes, She is devoted much to Ceanerachius, head of the gods. Sir her piety Prepares your conquest, as I'le manage things, I wonot trust the ayre too much. This kisse and all's confirm'd. Pray my Lord use My poore heart kindly, for you take it with you. I leave mine in exchange. He is gone, advance To your Mistris, and if you want art to move her, I shannot sir, to make you prosper, tis Firmely design'd, when we meet next, you shall Know more. How now my fair Emeria. I do beseech your highnesse pardon, I did think I was alone. Alone you are In beauty sweet Emeria, and all The graces of your sex. You are too great to flatter me, And yet this language comes So neer the wickednesse of court praise, I dare not With modesty imagine your heart means so. Yet in this garden, when you seem'd most solitary, Madam, you had many fair, and sweet companions. Not I sir. Yes, and my rivalls too Emeria, And now they court thy beauty in my presence Proud erring things of nature, dost not see As thou dost move, how every amorous plant Doth how his leavy head, and becken thee; The winde doth practise dalliance with thy hairs And weave a thousand pretty netts within To catch it self. That violet droop'd but now, How tis exalted at thy smile, and spreads A virgin bosome to thee. There's a rose Would have slept still within his bud, but at Thy presence, it doth open his thin curtains And with warm apprehension looking forth Betrayes her love in blushes. And that Woodbin As it would be divorc'd from the Sweet-bryer, Courts thee to an embrace. It is not dew That like so many pearls embroider all The flowers, but teares of their complaint, with feare To loose thee, from whose eye they take in all That makes them beautifull, and with humble necks Pay duty unto thee their onely spring. Your Grace is courtly. When these dull vegetalls Shew their ambition to be thine Emeria, How much should we, that have an actiue soule To know and value thee, be taken with This beauty? yet if you dare trust me Madam, There's none, within the throng of thy admirers, More willing, more devote to be thy servant Then Coribreus. I must agn beseech Your pardon, and declare my self most ignorant: Pray speak your meaning in a dialect I vnderstand. Why, I do love you Madam. If this be it, I dare not sir beleeve You condescend so low to love Emeria, A worthlesse thing. Why not? I love you Madam. If there be difference of our birth or state, When we are compa'd, it should make me the first In your fair thoughts: come, you must love agen, And meet me with an equall active flame.