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 T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Did I not tell you she would come about? Trust me Lady, the solitary Nightingale who sings To her lost honour a harmonious ditty, Loves not the thorn so dearly, to whose pricks She sets her feathered bosom, as I me sure My brother tenders you, the gaudy light May sooner be obscured by wandering smoke: Nay the eternal essence of the soul Become corporeal and revisit earth, After its flight to paradise, ere he Descend to variation of his love, could you affect him. Had your brother been Of the same disposition and soft sweetness That I perceive in you (though this be our First interview) there could not have been moulded (Had I been borne to entertain loves heat) A man that would so fitly sympathize With my condition, nor whom I should fancy With more entire perfection. Strike home, and sure the iron's hot already, Behold him Lady, Whose every motion does as from the sphere, Receive a lively influence from your looks; The modest silence of the temperate Even, When zephire softly murmurs to the flowers A wholesome farewell undisturbed by storms, May sooner rest in one continued night, Then can my soul in quiet without just Assurance of your love, which if you grant, Times native bellman, the shield Organd Cock Shall cease to carol Matins to the morn, The early Lark that whispers to the Sun A constant Augury of a beauteous day, Shall lose his light plumes in the checkered Clouds, Ere I my resolute chastity, nor can you Invent evasions to declare my suit, Since on its grant relies the only hopes Of your redemption from the barbarous arms, Of him you were espoused to. This surprise, And your strong vows would batter a resolve, Down in a breast that could be flexible To easy love, but since I cannot frame My conscience to a warrantable zeal Toward any man, I'll rather fix my hate (For that must of necessity accrue To him that weds me) on a person worthy Contempt, then on yourself, whose worth does challenge A noble and reciprocal regard For your affection, blessings on ye sir, think not amiss of me. Now the curse of a tedious virginity light on ye, you will not be tupped by a Dutch Ram, a Hausen Kender, a West-fally boar-pig, now the iniquity of a swag-bellied Hollands Burghers get thee with child of a dropsy, if thou marriest him, why how now Master Popingay, strooken with a Planet? 'tis a female Star, as changeable as the Moon, go to your chamber, I hear company approaching, this Dutch Butter-Firkin shall be melted to grease ere he shall have her, trust to it. Passion on passion fall when hopes are spent, The best of comforts is a forced content. So here comes my blades, now plot but hit, And Urinal shall be styled the Lord of wit.
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Did I not tell you she would come about? Trust me Lady, the solitary Nightingale who sings To her lost honour a harmonious ditty, Loves not the thorne so dearely, to whose pricks She sets her featherd bosome, as I me sure My brother tenders you, the gawdy light May sooner be obscur'd by wandring smoake: Nay the eternall essence of the soule Become corporeall and revisite earth, After its flight to paradise, ere he Descend to variation of his love, could you affect him. Had your brother been Of the same disposition and soft sweetnesse That I perceive in you (though this be our First enterview) there could not have beene molded (Had I beene borne to entertaine loves heat) A man that would so fitly sympathize With my condition, nor whom I should fancy With more intire perfection. Strike home, and sure the iron's hot already, Behold him Lady, Whose every motion does as from the spheare, Receive a lively influence from your lookes; The modest silence of the temperate Even, When zephire softly murmures to the flowers A wholesome farewell undisturb'd by stormes, May sooner rest in one continued night, Then can my soule in quiet without just Assurance of your love, which if you grant, Times native Belman, the shield Organd Cocke Shall cease to carrol to the morne, The arely Larke that whispers to the Sun A constant Augury of a beauteous day, Shall lose his light plumes in the chekerd Clouds, Ere I my resolute chastity▪ nor can you Invent evasions to declare my suite, Since on its grant relyes the only hopes Of your redempion from the barbarous armes, Of him you were espous'd to. This surprize, And your strong vowes would batter a resolve, Downe in a brest that could be flexible To easy love, but since I cannot frame My conscience to a warrantable zeale Toward any man, Ile rather fixe my hate (For that must of necessity accrue To him that weds me) on a person worthy Contempt, then on your selfe, whose wor do's challenge A noble and reciprocall regard For your affection, blessings on ye sir, thinke not amisse of me. Now the curse of a tedious virginity light on ye, you will not be tupped by a Dutch Ram, a Hausen Kender, a West-fally Bore-pig, now the iniquity of a swagbellied Hollands Burgers get thee with childe of a dropsie, if thou marriest him, why how now Master Popingay, stroken with a Plannet? tis a female Star, as changeable as the Moone, goe to your chamber, I heare company approaching, this Dutch Butter-Firkin shall bee melted to grease ere he shall have her, trust to it. Passion on passion fall when hopes are spent, The best of comforts is a forc'd content. So here comes my blades, now plot but hit, And Vrinall shall be stil'd the Lord of wit.