Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Dearest Love, fair as the Eastern morn, When with her Summer's robe she decks the Plains, And hangs on every bush a liquid pearl, In May's triumphing month▪ sweet as the air, The Phoenix does expire in, sit while I play The cunning Thief, and steal thy heart away, And thou shalt stand as Judge to censure me, To recompense thy loss I must agreed; To give my heart, which being understood, 'Tis but exchange, I keep your heart, you mine. Content my Love thus, she would court thee, And thus and thus she'd play a Wantoness part: Do I not blush Adonis. O, you must not blush! you spoil the jest on't, I'll span thy Waste, and do as Wantoness use; I'll be Adonis, but will not refuse. Nay fie, you stray beyond your limits. Modesty allows such undefiled mixtures. Ah! where are my eyes? what cursed unruly winds Have blown 'em out, and in their stead placed these base counterfeits! O you Deities? you are unjust to suffer this? If these eyes be my own may they be blasted, that without my Licence Dared see this object: but yet let reason Sway my passion. Why do I wish a mischief on myself That must see their destruction? I have long Suspected him by reason of her Necios, And the continual scorn dwelled on her brow When I did proffer love, were I provided I'd rush upon 'em, and from his base arms Snatch the false Girl, but I'll stand secure A while and overhear' 'em. 'Tis time to part, w'ave dallied Time too long. Lysander, will you walk? Thinks Gloriana That Time is lost that's spent with her Lysander Deluding devil I could Lysander. (Might it not stain my Maiden-years) live only By gazing on thy Beauty. Nay, now you mock me; but I hope ever long We shall with more security enjoy What our hearts wish for. Where shall we next meet? In this very place to morrow be sure you meet. I will not fail. Nor I to meet you both. O my best stars! How I shall wove myself into revenge just, just Gods y'ave stamped my brain for mischief▪ which on them I'll execute. And none shall pry into my faults within. Revenge has Coverts, fit to hid his sin. Hey down a down derry, And shall not we be merry? A fire on thy hole, 'Tis as black as a coal, And thy nose is as brown as a berry. High ho. What a thing this love is? When Love did act a woman's part, She could have died with all her heart, It swelled her so in every part; She sworn 'twas wind, and than did— High, high, high, high, Nymphs to her Sing about her. Love cannot choose but pity yield, He never lived in tented field, Amongst iron hearted men, He knows both how, and when Thee to restore To what thou wert before. He has a tender breast, which knows Your wants by the tormenting woes He's subject to himself. Than do not you despair, That are both young and fair. Thus we convey you hence.
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Dearest Love, faire as the Easterne morne, When with her Summers roabe shee decks the Plaines, And hangs on every bush a liquid pearle, In Mayes triumphing moneth▪ sweet as the ayre, The Phoenix does expire in, sit while I play The cunning Thiefe, and steale thy heart away, And thou shalt stand as Judge to censure me, To recompence thy losse I must agree; To give my heart, which being understood, 'Tis but exchange, I keepe your heart, you mine. Content my Love thus, shee would court thee, And thus and thus shee'd play a Wantons part: Doe I not blush Adonis. Oh, you must not blush! you spoile the jest on't, I'le span thy Waste, and doe as Wantons use; I'le be Adonis, but will not refuse. Nay fie, you stray beyond your limits. Modesty allowes such undefiled mixtures. Ah! where are my eyes? what curst unruly windes Have blowne 'em out, and in their stead plac'd these base counterfaits! Oh you Deities? you are unjust to suffer this? If these eyes be my owne may they be blasted, that without my Lycence Durst see this object: but yet let reason Sway my passion. Why doe I wish a mischiefe on my selfe That must see their destruction? I have long Suspected him by reason of her Necios, And the continuall scorne dwelt on her brow When I did proffer love, were I provided I'd rush upon 'em, and from his base armes Snatch the false Girle, but I'le stand secure A while and over-heare 'em. 'Tis time to part, w'ave dally'd Time too long. Lysander, will you walk? Thinks Gloriana That Time is lost that's spent with her Lysander Deluding devill I could Lysander. (Might it not staine my Mayden-yeares) live onely By gazing on thy Beauty. Nay, now you mock me; but I hope e're long Wee shall with more security enjoy What our hearts wish for. Where shall wee next meet? In this very place to morrow be sure you meet. I will not faile. Nor I to meet you both. Oh my best starres! How I shall weave my selfe into revenge just, just Gods y'ave stampt my braine for mischiefe▪ which on them I'le execute. And none shall pry into my faults within. Revenge has Coverts, fit to hide his sin. Hey downe a downe derry, And shall not wee be merry? A fire on thy hole, 'Tis as black as a cole, And thy nose is as browne as a berry. Hi ho. What a thing this love is? When Love did act a womans part, Shee could have dy'd with all her heart, It swell'd her so in every part; Shee swore 'twas winde, and then did — Hi, hi, hi, hi, Nymphes to her Sing about her. Love cannot chuse but pitty yeeld, He never liv'd in tented field, 'Mongst iron hearted men, He knowes both how, and when Thee to restore To what thou wert before. He has a tender brest, which knowes Your wants by the tormenting woes He's subject to himselfe. Then doe not you despaire, That are both young and faire. Thus wee convay you hence.