Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
And can you laugh at this conceit, than I will make make you smile When time and place shall serve again, for us to talk a while, But now let us be packing hence, our Dame may think us long, She will forsooth give us the right, if we give her the wrong. Hark Serva, hark, the clock strikes one, 'tis time for us to go, It is a point of policy, to love and fear a throw. Heu mihi quod nullis amor est medicabilis herbis, Woe to me wretch, woe once again, woe to this day and hour, Wherein my heat of ardent love, will cool with herb nor flower, Woe to the God that sends the love, woe to him 〈◊〉 the Dart, And can so strike as will not heal, by herb or medicines art, Woe to myself that fixed my heart, where I cannot revoke, Woe to that blind boy once again, that gave my heart the stroke. if I may find a time and place, to cool this my desire I will do it to spite the Gods, I care not for their ire. Sensualitas my friend, you know as well as I, How first we found by secret means Susannas haunt to spy, She goeth each day when she hath dined, unto a certain spring, Within here Orchard her to wash, which is a wholesome thing. There were we sure at the least, our eyes to fill and please, Be quiet then, that may perhaps, our sorrows partly ease. Ye say full well, and I think sure, if we could closely hide, ourselves within some covert place, a time there might be spied, Wherein we might take her alone, and then through love or might, We would have both our pleasure there, to void this sorrowful plight Well let us go and hide ourselves, within that Orchard then, For after dinner she comes there, I know her wonted when, And Ill Report us promised, what so we say or do, That he would sense us of the fault, and blame Susanna to. Have with you then with all my heart, O Lord that the were there, Away apace, go on afore, methink she cometh here. If any woman in this world, my God may justly praise. It is I good Lord above the rest, that liveth in these days. Thou blessest me my Lord my God, and take my loving Spouse, My cattle in the field abroad, my servants in the house. My Corn both in the barn and field, doth yield full great increase, And thus O Lord thy benefits, towards us doth never cease. O Lord do grant that these thy gifts do not our hearts so fill, That if thou lay thy hand on us, we take that part for ill. But as by this thy providence, we live and take our rest, We may if any storm do fall, account it for the best. Ancilla have you warned the Cook, his business so to end, As slackness in the same his act, my Lord do not offend.
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¶And can you laugh at this conceite, then I will make make you smile When tyme and place shall serue agayne, for vs to talke a whyle, But now let vs be packing hence, our Dame may thinke vs long, She will forsooth giue vs the right, if we giue her the wrong. ¶Harke Serua, harke, the clock strikes one, tis tyme for vs to go, It is a poynt of policy, to loue and feare a throw. ¶Heu mihi quod nullis amor est medicabilis herbis, Wo to me wretch, wo once agayne, wo to this day and hower, Wherein my heate of ardn loue, will coole with hearbe nor flower, Wo to the God that sendes the loue, wo to him the Dart, And can so stryke as will not heale, by hearbe or medicines arte, Wo to my selfe that fyxt my hart, where I cannot reuoke, Wo to that blynde boy once agayne, that gaue my hart the stroke. if I may fynde a tyme and place, to coole this my desyre I will doe it to spyte the Gods, I care not for their yre. ¶Sensualitas my friend, you know as well as I, How fyrst we found by secrete meanes Susannas haunt to spye, Shée goeth ech day when she hath dynde, vnto a certayne spring, Within here Orcharde her to wash, which is a wholesome thing. There were we sure at the least, our eyes to fyll and please, Be quiet then, that may perhaps, our sorrowes partly ease. ¶Ye say full well, and I thinke sure, if we could closely hyde, Our selues within some couert place, a tyme there might be spyde, Wherein we might take her alone, and then through loue or might, We would haue both our pleasure there, to voyd this sorrowfull plight ¶Well let vs go and hyde our selues, within that Orcharde then, For after dinner she comes there, I know her wonted when, And Ill Report vs promysed, what so we say or doe, That he would sense vs of the fault, and blame Susanna to. ¶Haue with you then with all my hart, O Lord that the were there, Away apace, go on afore, me thinke she commeth here. ¶If any woman in this world, my God may iustly prayse. It is I good Lorde aboue the rest, that liueth in these days. Thou blessest me my Lord my God, and ake my louing Spouse, My Cattayle in the field abroade, my seruauntes in the house. My Corne both in the Barne and field, doth yeeld full great increase, And thus O Lord thy benifytes, towardes vs doth neuer seace. O Lorde doe graunt that these thy giftes doe not our hartes so syll, That if thou lay thy hand on vs, we take that part for ill. But as by this thy prouidence, we liue and take our rest, We may if any storme doe fall, account it for the bet. Ancila haue you warnde the Cooke, his busynesse so to ende, As slcknesse in the sam his acte, my Lorde doe not offende.