The Queen's Entertainment at Woodstock · chunk 7 of 17
Anonymous · published 1585 · first performed or written 1575 [Sep] (Annals) entertainment; royal entertainment or entry unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 468 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Alas what's birth though borne so much in eye, the only mean to blind who so is borne, Who looking big with countenance on high, with vain conceits holds virtues gifts in scorn, Unhappy he that brags in that behalf, where virtue lacks he proves himself a calf. You force me sore, yet this you'll not deny, that though loves power be not to be withstood, And that the match of minds be beyond cry. and they best linked where liking thinks it good, Yet should my child of me make so small store, as match herself and not move me before? If match were made by only mean of man, you had been first, as whom the cause concerned, But what the Gods first move do what you can, they will pass on though parents be not warned, It is but vain to say love shall not win, unless at your consent he first begin. But was not that unkindly done of her, unknown to me to stray from country's soil? Thereby her Father's blood so sore to stir, which for her sake do take this irksome toil? In kind a child, unkind to such a Sire, deserving just revenge of father's ire. Nay was not that unkindly done of you, unknown to her, to send her love away, To work you both such woe as you feel now, you for her sake, she for her Love to stray: In kind a Sire, unkind to such a child, whose only fault hath child and Sire exiled. But nature should have borne with parents heat, sith what was meant was meant but for her good, The Love of kind, such fancy love should beat, and though she found me for a time in mood. Time would have turned and caused me to relent, in that for which from me she slily went. Where nature doth but warm love sets on fire, and greater force of lesser is obeyed, For love by choice doth draw more deep desire, the love of kind, by kind love's over weighed, Which master like gives not time to relent, but on he will or make the man repent. How could your Tigrish heart by sundering them, which lived in heaven before you sought their hell, Defeat the hold where Cupid held his claim? but in these terms no longer for to dwell: What if your child were offered to your face, should she, or should she not obtain your grace? And if her Love for whom her toil hath been, should come with her resolved to be her own, Should not this angry mood of yours void cleane? answer me that, for that thing being known, Perhaps I would in part procure your ease, so that their match your mind might not displease.
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Alas whats birth though borne so much in eye, the onely meane to blind who so is borne, Who looking bigge with countenance on hye, with vaine conceites holdes vertues giftes in scorne, Vnhappy he that bragges in that behalfe, where vertue lacks he proues himself a calfe. You force me sore, yet this youle not deny, that though Loues powre be not to be withstood, And that the match of minds be beyond cry. and they best linkt where liking thinks it good, Yet should my child of me make so smal store, as match her selfe and not moue me before? If match were made by onely meane of man, you had byn first, as whom the cause concernd, But what the Gods first moue doe what you can, they wil passe on though parents be not warnd, It is but vayne to say loue shal not winne, vnlesse at your consent he first beginne. But was not that vnkindly done of her, vnknown to me to stray from Countries soyle? Therby her Fathers blood so sore to stirre, which for her sake doe take this yrksome toyle? In kinde a child, vnkind to such a Syre, deseruing iust reuenge of fathers yre. Nay was not that vnkindly done of you, vnknowen to her, to send her loue away, To worke you both such woe as you feele now, you for her sake, she for her Loue to stray: In kynd a Syre, vnkind to such a child, whose only fault hath child and Sire exilde. But nature should haue borne with parents heat, sith what was meant was meant but for her good, The Loue of kind, such fancy loue should beat, and though she found me for a time in mood. Tyme would haue turnd and causd me to relent, in that for which from me she slily went. Where nature doth but warme loue sets on fire, and greater force of lesser is obayde, For loue by choyce doth drawe more deep desire, the loue of kind, by kind loue's ouer wayde, Which maister like giues not time to relent, but on he wil or make the man repent. How could your Tigrish heart by sundring them, which liu'd in heauen before you sought their hell, Defeate the hold where Cupid held his claime? but in these termes no longer for to dwell: What if your child were offered to your face, should she, or should she not obteine your grace? And if her Loue for whom her toyle hath beene, should come with her resolu'd to be her owne, Should not this angry mood of yours void cleane? answere me that, for that thing being known, Perhaps I would in part procure your ease, so that their match your mynd might not displease.