Lyly, John · published 1584 · first performed or written c.1583 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (first) (Oxford's Boys) · before the Court T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.78 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Ah, who is there? what sudden affrights be these? methought Phao came with simples to make me sleep. Did nobody name Phao before I began to slumber? Yes, we told you of him. Let him be here too morrow. He shall, will you have a little broth to comfort you? I can relish nothing. Yet a little you must take to sustain nature. I cannot Mileta, I will not. Oh, which way shall I lie? what shall I do? Heigh ho. O Mileta, help to rear me up, my bed, my head lies too low. You pester me with too many clothes. Fie, you keep the chamber too hot, avoid it, it may be I shall steal a nap when all are gone. we will. Ah impatient disease of love, and Goddess of love thrice unpitiful. The Eagle is never stricken with thunder, nor the Olive with lightning and may great Ladies be plagued with love? O Venus, have I not strawed thine Altars with sweet roses? kept thy swans in clear rivers? feed thy sparrows with ripe corn, & harboured thy doves in fair houses? Thy tortoise have I nourished under my fig tree, my chamber have I ceiled with thy Cockleshells, & dipped thy spung into the freshest waters. Didst thou nurse me in my swaddling clouts with wholesome herbs, that I might perish in my flouting years by fancy? I perceive, but to late I perceive, and yet not too late, because at last, that strains are caught as well by stooping too low, as reaching to high: that eyes are bleared as soon with vapours that come from the earth, as with beams that proceed from the sun. Love lodgeth sometimes in caves: & thou Phoebus, that in the pride of thy hair shinest all day in our Horizon, at night dippest thy head in the Ocean. Resist it Sapho, whilst it is yet tender. Of Acorns comes Oaks, of drops floods, of sparks flames of Atomies Elements. But alas it fareth with me as with wasps, who feeding on serpents, make their stings more venomous: for glutting myself on the face of Phao, I have made my desire more desperate. Into the nest of an halcyon no bird can enter but the halcyon, and into the heart of so great a Lady can any creep but a great Lord? There is an herb (not unlike unto my love) which the further it groweth from the sea, the salter it is, and my desires the more they swerve from reason, the more seem they reasonable. When Phao cometh, what then? wilt thou open thy love? Yea. No Sapho: but staring in his face till thine eyes dazzle, and thy spirits faint, die before his face: than this shall be written on thy Tomb, that though thy love were greater than wisdom could endure; yet thine honour was such, as love could not violate, Mileta? I come.
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Ah, whoe is there? what sodeine affrightes bee these? Me thought Phao came with simples to make me sleep. Did no bodie name Phao beefore I beganne to slumber? Yes, we told you of him. Let him be heere too morow. He shall, will you haue a litle broth to comforte you? I can relish nothing. Yet a little you must take to sustaine nature. I cannot Mileta, I will not. Oh, which way shall I lye? what shall I doe? Heygh ho. O Mileta, help to reare me vp, my bed, my head lyes too lowe. You pester mee with too many clothes. Fie, you keepe the chamber too hotte, auoide it, it may be I shall steale a nappe when all are gone. Wee will. Ah impacient disease of loue, and Goddesse of loue thrise vnpitifull. The Eagle is neuer stricken with thunder, nor the Olyue with lightning and maye great Ladies be plagued with loue? O Venus, haue I not strawed thine Altars with sweete roses? kepte thy swannes in cleare rvuers? sead thy sparrowes with ripe corne, & harboured thy doues in faire houses? Thy Tortoys haue I nourished vnder my fig tree, my chāber haue I ceeled with thy Cockleshels, & dipped thy spung into the freshest waters. Didst thou nourse me in my swadling clouts with wholsome hearbes, that I might perish in my flowting yeares by fancie? I perceiue, but to late I perceiue, and yet not too late, because at last, that straines are caught aswell by stooping too low, as reaching to high: that eies are bleared as soone with vapours that come from the earth, as with beames that procede from the sunne. Loue lodgeth sometimes in caues: & thou Phoebus, that in the pride of thy hearre shinest all day in our Horizon, at night dippest thy head in the Ocean. Resiste it Sapho, whilest it is yet tender. Of Acornes comes Oakes, of droppes floudes, of sparkes flames of Atomies Elementes. But alas it fareth with mee as with waspes, who feeding on serpents, make their stings more venomous: for glutting my selfe on the face of Phao, I haue made my desire more desperate. Into the neast of an Alcyon no birde can enter but the Alcyon, and into the hart of so great a Ladie can any creep but a great Lord? There is an hearbe (not vnlike vnto my loue) whiche the further it groweth from the sea, the salter it is, and my desires the more they swarue from reason, the more seeme they reasonable. When Phao commeth, what thē? wilt thou open thy loue? Yea. No Sapho: but staring in his face till thine eies dasell, and thy spirites fainte, die before his face: then this shall be written on thy Tomb, that though thy loue were greater then wisdome could endure; yet thine honour was such, as loue could not violate, Mileta? I come.