Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
A large requital!— A smile from my Ferrando? oh 'twas heaven, Felicia, whilst thou wishest it! now thou hast Obtained it, 'tis a hell; the antidote Is now become my poison: Tyrant love That sport'st thee at the pains, thy Martyrs feel And mak'st thy salve applied, wound when 'tshould heal. Come my Calantha, to consummate that joy, By mutual vows before the Altar made, Which thy return to life, to health, and reason, Hath begun in me; those minutes which bring Us any good, are swift and fleeting, and Once passed not to be recalled, who knows Whether heaven will still be bountiful; Or smile upon this hasty Union: Yes royal maid, they have prepared thee for it. By the addition of new warmth and strength: For more sorrows; pray let's back, this day (There's something whispers to me) will prove fatal. Ursini, see she weeps! I've took thee from a sea of tears, (my Venus) And thou art dropping wet yet. 'Tis ominous, this might have been my marriage day; But heaven forgive, and prosper him. Create a Sunshine, With thine own smiles thou mayst, and dry thee in't: Let the dull Negro dive to fetch thee Jewels, These scattered seeds of pearl, are all too rich And pompous for ornament; the least of these Thy fond neglect has dropped, would purchase heaven. Blame not my pious thrift, I shed them for't; Thither my journey tends, I shortly shall arrive there. Thou yield'st too much to passion! These rites, (If we may credit what our dreams foretell,) Will turn to funeral obsequies, for such This morning, (when your careful art had bound My senses up.) fancy presented 'em. Methought I saw, Aurora from the East come weeping up, Wrapped in night's sables, and the following day Paced slowly on, in griefs sad livery; The pensive winds sighed forth a solemn dirge, And strove to blow our marriage tapers out; When you Ursini joined in the solemnity, I saw you look, like Sicily's pale ghost, Broke from the hollow Caverns of the earth; This hand Ferrando, at each gentle touch Mouldered to ashes; on your lip there sat A frost, which when I tasted straight conveyed An icy chillness through every joint; The stammering Priest methought mistook the rites, And stead of those are used at nuptials, Sung a short requiem to our souls, committed All that was left of us, to the earth, our last Cold bed. I warrant you Ladies, this was because she lay alone; you should advise her better. 'Twas the intemperance of your disease Suggested these Chimaeras. And with it they are fled. No, no Ferrando; I've sinned against my father's ghost; ere yet His royal corpse had slept two silent Moons I'th' peaceful earth, or ere I had paid down Just tribute of my tears, I've changed my sables For a gay nuptial garment, whose light outside Denotes the looseness of a lighter mind, To which grief should have been perpetual guest.
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A large requitall! — A ſmile from my Ferrando? oh 'twas heaven, Felicia, whilſt thou wiſh'ſt it! now thou haſt Obtain'd it, 'tis a hell; the antidote Is now become my poyſon: Tyrant love That ſport'ſt thee at the paines, thy Martyrs feele And mak'ſt thy ſalve apply'd, wound when t'ſhould heale. Come my Calantha, to conſummate that joy, By mutuall vowes before the Altar made, Which thy returne to life, to health, and reaſon, Hath begun in me; thoſe minutes which bring Us any good, are ſwift and fleeting, and Once paſt not to be recall'd, who knowes Whether heaven will ſtill be bountifull; Or ſmile upon this haſty Union: Yes royall mayde, they have prepar'd thee for it. By the addition of new warmth and ſtrength: For more ſorrowes; pray let's backe, this day (There's ſomething whiſpers to me) will prove fatall. Ʋrſini, ſee ſhe weepes! I've tooke thee from a ſea of teares, (my Venus) And thou art dropping wet yet. 'Tis ominous, this might have bin my marriage day; But heaven forgive, and proſper him. Create a Sun-ſhine, With thine owne ſmiles thou mayſt, and dry thee in't: Let the dull Negro dive to fetch thee Jewells, Theſe ſcatter'd ſeedes of pearle, are all too rich And pompous for ornament; the leaſt of theſe Thy fond neglect has dropt, would purchaſe heaven. Blame not my pious thrift, I ſhed them for't; Thither my journey tends, I ſhortly ſhall arrive there. Thou yeeldſt too much to paſſion! Theſe rites, (If we may credit what our dreames fore-tell,) Will turne to funerall obſequies, for ſuch This morning, (when your carefull art had bound My ſenſes up.) fancy preſented 'em. Methought I ſaw, Aurora from the Eaſt come weeping up, Wrapt in nights ſables, and the following day Pac't ſlowly on, in griefes ſad livery; The penſive windes ſigh'd forth a ſolemne dirge, And ſtrove to blow our marriage tapers out; When you Ʋrſini joyn'd in the ſolemnitie, I ſaw you looke, like Sicily's pale ghoſt, Broke from the hollow Caverns of the earth; This hand Ferrando, at each gentle touch Mouldred to aſhes; on your lip there ſate A froſt, which when I taſted ſtraight convey'd An icy chilneſſe thorough every joynt; The ſtammering Prieſt methought miſtooke the rites, And ſtead of thoſe are uſ'd at nuptialls, Sung a ſhort requiem to our ſoules, committed All that was left of us, to the earth, our laſt Cold bed. I warrant you Ladies, this was becauſe ſhe lay alone; you ſhould adviſe her better. 'Twas the intemperance of your diſeaſe Suggeſted theſe Chimaera's. And with it they are fled. No, no Ferrando; I've ſinn'd againſt my fathers ghoſt; ere yet His royall corps had ſlept two ſilent Moones I'th' peacefull earth, or ere I had payd downe Juſt tribute of my teares, I've chang'd my ſables For a gay nuptiall garment, whoſe light out-ſide Denotes the looſeneſſe of a lighter minde, To which griefe ſhould have bin perpetuall gueſt.