Fedele and Fortunia (Two Italian Gentlemen) · chunk 4 of 30
Pasqualigo, Luigi / Munday, Anthony · published 1585 · first performed or written 1584 [1579-1584] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (first) (Oxford's Boys) · before the Court unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Did not I teach you long ago out of tragical Seneca: His golden saying, dvo omnium malorum foemina? Did I not cause you with your pen in the margin of your book, to mark that place: And yet will you be tooting on a beautiful face? Which no otherwise vanisheth, and away doth go: Then water, that never returns to the spring, from whence it did flow. Beauty is so tickle a foundation to bear any frame: And love so uncertain, that it throws the house on his head that built the same. Whereupon I gave you a good lesson of old: Every letter thereof would be written in Gold. Quod inuat exiguum est, plus est quod laedit amantes: They know what I mean that are versificates If this cold comfort in my need, be all that I shall have: Out of my sight. No succour at thy hands I mean to crave. Adultus juvenis tandem custode remoto: Cereus in vitium flecti, monitoribus asper. The right course of the world, now he runs upon wheels: Had I known this when you were a boy, I would have hampered your heels. It were a good deed to set all your fortune at even and odd: And let you alone till you are beaten with your own rod. But the love that I bear to you every day: Will not suffer me to see this good wit cast away. Some tidings I have for you, therefore be not afraid: I am grown in acquaintance with Victoria's maid. By whom I trust in the end to know: What Suitors to her Mistress resort too and fro. If nobody else do follow the game: The spark that you left in her breast, will break out in a flame. Thanks good Pedante, get thee home and leave me here a space: To try if I may meet with fair Victoria in this place. I know where to prick that the vain may bleed: See how fair he doth speak, when his humour I feed. This passeth Prosodia, Sintaxis and all, 'tis the way to my profit to stoop to his call. Here was I wont to meet with her, and here I mean to walk: And sound her meaning if I may, by moving her to talk. If love be like the flower that in the night, When darkness drowns the glory of the Skies: Smells sweet, and glitters in the gazer's sight, But when the gladsome Sun begins to rise, And he that views it, would the same embrace: It withereth, and loseth all his grace. Why do I love and like the cursed Tree, Whose buds appear, but fruit will not be seen: Why do I languish for the flower I see? Whose root is rot, when all the leaves be green. In such a case it is a point of skill: To follow chance, and love against my will.
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¶Did not I teach you long agoe out of tragicall Seneca: His golden saying, duo omnium malorum foemina? Did I not cause you with your pen in the margent of your book, to marke that place: And yet will you be tooting on a beautifull face? Which no otherwise vanisheth, and away dooth goe: Then water, that neuer returnes to the spring, from whence it did flowe. Beautie is so tickle a foundation to bear any frame: And looue so vncertain, that it throwes the house on his hed that built the same. Wherupon I gaue you a good lesson of olde: Euery letter therof would be written in Golde. Quod inuat exiguum est, plus est quod laedit amantes: They knowe what I mean that are versificautes ¶If this colde comfort in my néed, be all that I shall haue: Out of my sight. No succour at thy handes I mean to craue. ¶Adultus Iuuenis tandem custode remoto: Cereus in vitium flecti, monitoribus asper. The right course of the world, now he runnes vpon whéeles: Had I knowen this when you were a boy, I would haue hamperd your héeles. It were a good déed to set all your fortune at euen and od: And let you alone till you are beaten with your owne rod. But the looue that I bear to you euery day: Will not suffer me to sée this good witte cast away. Some tidings I haue for you, therfore be not afraid: I am growen in acquaintance with Victoriaes maid. By whome I trust in the end to knowe: What Suters to her Mistres resorte too and fro. If no body els do followe the game: The spark that you left in her brest, will break out in a flame. ¶Thankes good Pedante, get thée home and leaue me héer a space: To trye if I may méet with faire Victoria in this place. ¶I knowe where to prick that the vain may bléed: Sée how faire he dooth speak, when his humour I féed. This passeth Prosodia, Sintaxis and all, Tis the way to my profit to stoop to his call. ¶Héer was I wunt to méet with her, and héer I mean to walke: And sound her meaning if I may, by moouing her to talke. If looue be like the flower that in the night, When darknes drownes the glory of the Skyes: Smelles sweet, and glitters in the gazers sight, But when the gladsome Sun beginnes to rise, And he that viewes it, would the same imbrace: It withereth, and looseth all his grace. Why doo I looue and like the cursed Tree, Whose buddes appeer, but fruite will not be seen: Why doo I languish for the flower I see? Whose root is rot, when all the leaues be green. In such a case it is a point of skill: To followe chaunce, and looue against my will.