Glapthorne, Henry · published 1640 · first performed or written 1636 [licensed for stage, Mar 12] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
O reserve that breath, Which ought like sacred incense to be spent Only on heaven, or in delivering notes May charm the world to peace, when raging wars Or Earth quakes have affrighted it. Confirm't On no such use, horrid and ominous, As if it threatened thunder to the earth, Or would infect the genius of the air With Mists contagious (as if composed Of Viper steam) O had you were wont To be so good, that virtue would have sighed (At the unwelcome spectacle) if you Had appeared woman in a passion, (Though of the slightest consequence) O do not Renounce that Saintlike temper, it will be A change hereafter burdenous to your soul, As sin to one, who all his life time blessed With peace of Conscience, at his dying minute, Falls into mortal enmity with heaven, And perishes eternally. These words Have not the effectual Oratory you first had, When I was confident, as day of light, Your youth had been as destitute of vice As of deformity. So a sweet stream, Whose bubbling harmony allured the Birds To court its moving music, when it mixes With impure waters, with the noise affrights The ears, before delighted in it. This is too severe a Justice, and extends To cruelty, had some intemperate rage Purpled my hand in murder (though the guilt Would have been written in a larger Text In Conscience black book; yet the punishment Had not been half so hideous. I should for that Have suffered but a temporary pain At worst; and my truly repentant soul Perhaps have had free entrance to the place consigned to penitents, when now, like so me Manacled Captive, or diseased wretch, On whom each minute does beget a death: I like a slow fire by my own soft flames, With Tortoise speed extinguish. Sir, your words are superficial, as a shadow which The morning Sun produces and black night Renders forgotten: and no more excite Belief in me: that what you utters truth, Then Manned rakes groans do a conceit of death In persons resolute, while I have yet A specious memory left, that once my heart Tendered you dearly; I would counsel you First to endeavour to find out that maid, (If that succeed not) not to think on me, As one affianced to you by a nearer interest than other women Are that never had conversation with you. Had a frost, sharp as a tedious winters Northern blasts, Congealed your mercy, my unfeigned tears Should with moist warmth dissolve it, mistress you Approach so near the attributes of heaven, That had you lived i'th' superstitious age, More precious gums had fumed upon your altars, Then on all female deities. O forgive me, A rigorous tyrant's breath will scarce pronounce For one and the first crime, so strict a sentence: You shall not go yet if you will recall it, Lovers will bless your piety, and sub scribe to your Superlative goodness.
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O reserve that breath, Which ought like sacred incense to be spent Onely on heaven, or in delivering notes May charme the world to peace, when raging warres Or Earth quakes have affrighted it. Confirm't On no such use, horrid and ominous, As if it threatned thunder to the earth, Or would infect the genius of the ayre With Mists contagious (as if compos'd Of Viper steame) O had you were wont To be so good, that vertue would have sigh'd (At the unwelcome spectacle) if you Had appeard woman in a passion, (Though of the slightest consequence) O do not Renounce that Saint-like temper, it will be A change hereafter burthenous to your soule, As sinne to one, who all his life time blest With peace of Conscience, at his dying minute, Falls into mortall enmity with heaven, And perishes eternally. These words Have not the effectuall Oratory you first had, When I was confident, as day of light, Your youth had beene as destitute of vice As of deformity. So a sweet streame, Whose bubling harmony allur'd the Birds To court its moving musicke, when it mixes With impure waters, with the noyse affrights The eares, before delighted in it. This is too severe a Justice, and extends To cruelty, had some intemperate rage Purpled my hand in murther (though the guilt Would have beene written in a larger Text In Conscience blacke booke; yet the punishment Had not bin halfe so hideous. I should for that Have suffered but a temporary paine At worst; and my truely repentant soule Perhaps have had free entrance to the place consign'd to penitents, when now, like so me Manacled Captive, or diseased wretch, On whom each minute does beget a death: I like a slow fire by my owne soft flames, VVith Tortoyse speed extinguish. Sir, your words are superficiall, as a shadow which The morning Sunne produces and blacke night Renders forgotten: and no more excite Beliefe in me: that what you utter's truth, Then Mand rakes groanes doe a conceite of death In persons resolute▪ while I have yet A specious memory left, that once my heart Tendred you dearly; I would counsell you First to indeavour to finde out that maid, (If that succeed not) not to thinke on me, As one affianc'd to you by a neerer interest then other women Are that never had conversation with you. Had a frost, sharpe as a tedious winters Northerne blasts, Congeal'd your mercy, my unfained teares Should with moyst warmth dissolve it, mistris you Approach so neare the attributes of heaven, That had you liv'd ith' superstitious age, More pretious gums had fum'd upon your altars, Then on all female deities. O forgive me, A rigorous tyrants breath will scarce pronounce For one and the first crime, so strict a sentence: You shall not goe yet if you will recall it, Lovers will blesse your piety, and sub scribe to your Superlative goodnesse.