Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) not in BritDrama · Ogilby's Men unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
I am more skilled in duty sir, than love. You would be coy, your heart is not bestowed. Indeed it is. On whom? I must not name. Were he my brother did twist heart with thine, That act should make him strange to my blood, And I would cut him from his bold embraces. Alas, I fear. I know you will be wise And just to my desires Emeria, When you shall see my love bid fairest for you, And that presented from a Prince, who knows No equal here. Come, I already promise myself possessed of those fair eyes, in which I gazing thus, at every search discover New crystal heavens, those tempting cheeks are mine, A garden with fresh flowers all the winter; Those lips invite to print my soul upon 'em Or lose it in thy breath, which I'll convey Down to my heart, and wish no other spirit, As loath to change it for my own again. How in thy bosom will I dwell Emeria, And tell the azure winding of thy veins That flow, yet climb those soft, and ivory hills Whose smooth descent leads to a bliss, that may Be known, but puzzle art and tongue to speak it. I prithee do not use this froward motion, I must and will be thine. Be your own sir, And do not thus afflict my innocence, Had you the power of all the world, and man, You could not force my will, which you have frighted More from you then my duty, although powerful, Can call again; you are not modest sir, Indeed I fear you are not, I must leave you, Better desires attend your Grace and me. This won't gain her, her heart's fixed upon My brother, all my hope is in Archimagus, She is a frozen thing, yet she may melt. If their disdain should make a man despair, Nature mistook in making woman fair. These be new deities, made since yesterday, We shift our gods, as fast as some shift trenchers; Pray sir what do you call their names, they are But half gods, demigods as they say, there's Nothing beneath the navel. This with the thunderbolt is Jupiter. Jupiter? 'Tis time he were cut off by the middle, He has been a notable thunderer in his days. This is Mars. Mars from the middle upward. Was it by my Lady Venus' direction that he is dismembered too. H that overcame all in a full careere, looks now like A demi-lance. Are they not lively formed, but sirrah away, tell the young Ladies the King is upon entrance. To Jove and Mars the King doth pay His duty, and thus humbly lay Upon his Altar, his bright crown, Which is not his, if they but frown. In token you are pleased, let some Celestial flame make pure this room.
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I am more skil'd in dutie sir, then love. You would be coy, your heart is not bestow'd. Indeed it is. On whom? I must not name. Were he my brother did twist heart with thine, That act should make him strange to my blood, And I would cut him from his bold embraces. Alas, I feare. I know you will be wise And just to my desires Emeria, When you shall see my love bid fairest for you, And that presented from a Prince, who knowes No equall here. Come, I already promise My self possest of those faire eyes, in which I gazing thus, at every search discover New crystall heavens, those tempting cheekes are mine, A garden with fresh flowers all the winter; Those lips invite to print my soul upon 'em Or loose it in thy breath, which I'le convey Downe to my heart, and wish no other spirit, As loth to change it for my owne agen. How in thy bosome will I dwell Emeria, And tell the azure winding of thy veins That flow, yet climbe those soft, and ivory hills Whose smooth descent leads to a blisse, that may Be known, but puzzle art and tongue to speak it. I prethee do not use this froward motion, I must and will be thine. Be your own sir, And do not thus afflict my innocence, Had you the power of all the world, and man, You could not force my will, which you have frighted More from you then my duty, although powerfull, Can call agen; you are not modest sir, Indeed I feare you are not, I must leave you, Better desires attend your Grace and me. This wo'not gain her, her heart's fixt upon My brother, all my hope is in Archimagus, She is a frozen thing, yet she may melt. If their disdain should make a man despaire, Nature mistook in making woman faire. These be new Dieties, made since yesterday, We shift our gods, as fast as some shift trenchers; Pray sir what do you call their names, they are But halfe gods, demi-gods as they say, there's Nothing beneath the navell. This with the thunderbolt is Jupiter. Jupiter? 'Tis time he were cut off by the middle, He has been a notable thunderer in his dayes. This is Mars. Mars from the middle upward. Was it by my Lady Venus direction that he is dismembred too. H that overcame all in a full careere, looks now like A Demilaunce. Are they not lively form'd, but sirra away, tell the young Ladies the King is upon entrance. To Jove and Mars the King doth pay His duty, and thus humbly lay Upon his Altar, his bright crowne, Which is not his, if they but frowne. In token you are pleas'd, let some Coelestiall flame make pure this roome.