Phillis and Amyntas (Ivychurch) (Amyntas' Pastoral) · chunk 3 of 30
Fraunce, Abraham / Tasso, Torquato · published 1591 · first performed or written 1591 (Annals) pastoral unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 523 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Seek the delltes of love, who list, (if love be delightful) This life is my love, my bow and shafts be my treasure, Hunting is my joy; with stubborn beasts to be striving, Until I fell them down, and fearful beasts to be chase. And, till woods want beasts, and quiver feathered arrows, Phillis shall not want any sweet sports or pretty pastimes. Fine sweet sports indeed for a girl, and wise pretty pastimes, Still to be killing beasts, and still by the woods to be ranging. This life, toilsome life, for a while doth seem to be pleasant, Only because as yet thou hast not tried any other. So those simple souls that lived when Ioue was an infant, took for pleasant drink, and meat well worthy a man's mouth, Streams of purling brooks, and nutbrown kernel of accorne: But now, streams of brooks, and nutbrown kernel of accorne Are contemned as drink and meat but fit for a beasts mouth, Since that corn and grapes were once known how to be used. If thou couldst, nay wouldst (and who would not, but a fonkin?) Only but one time taste, and but taste only the thousandst Part of those pleasures and joys, which still be abounding In true-lovers soul, when he feels himself to be loved, Thou wouldst quickly repent, and quickly bewray thy repentance, And say thus with tears; Each loveles life is a luckless And accursed life: my best days vainly be ended, Flowering time is gone, and age creeps hastily onward. How-many fruitless nights, poor fool, did I waste as a Widow? How-many joyless days as a Nun did I draw to the euning? Days, to be passed away with winged boys pretty pastimes, Nights to be spent with toys and joys of lovely Cupid, Pastimes, toys, and joys, which more ioy'de breed me the more joy. Change this mind, fond wench, and this resolution alter. When that I seem to repent, or seem to bewray my repentance, Or say so with tears; let floods run back to the fountains, Let Wolves fly fro the Lamb, and trembling Hare to the greyhound, Let Bears range by the sea, and Dolphin swim by the desert. See what it is to be young; girls always use to be peevish: So was I in times past, (Good time il passed) when I wanted Age and experience, and so did I trudg to the forest. Golden locks, cherylips, red-white face, ivory fingers, Proud as a praised Peacock, and so did I trudg to the forest. Nets were then my delight, and bended bow my rejoicing, Pointed darts my joy, and slaughtered beasts my triumphing. If that I saw myself (myself unluckily selfwilde) But by a glance, one glance of a lovers eye to be noted, Down did I hang my head, and bow mine eyes to my bosom, Sore displea'sd forsooth, and, God wots, greatly abashed When my pleasing face to a loves look brought any pleasure, As though it were some fault, or shame, or mock to my ownself, For to be looked upon, to be loved, and sought for of others.
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Seeke the delltes of loue, who list, (if loue be delightfull) This life is my loue, my bowe and shafts be my treasure, Hunting is my ioy; with stubburne beasts to be striuing, Vntil I fell them downe, and fearefull beasts to be chasing. And, till woods want beasts, and quiuer feathered arrowes, Phillis shall not want any sweete sports or prety pastimes. Fine sweete sports indeede for a girle, and wise prety pastimes, Still to be killing beasts, and still by the woods to be ranging. This life, toylesome life, for a while doth seeme to be pleasant, Only because as yet thou hast not tri'de any other. So those simple soules that liu'd when Ioue was an infant, Tooke for pleasant drinke, and meate well worthie a mans mouth, Streames of purling brookes, and nutbrowne kernel of accorne: But now, streames of brookes, and nutbrowne kernel of accorne Are contemn'de as drinke and meate but fit for a beasts mouth, Since that corne and grapes were once knowne how to be vsed. If thou couldst, nay wouldst (and who would not, but a fonkin?) Only but one time taste, and but taste onely the thousandst Part of those pleasures and ioyes, which still be abounding In true-louers soule, when he feeles himself to be loued, Thou wouldst quickly repent, and quickly bewray thy repentance, And say thus with teares; Each loueles life is a luckles And accursed life: my best dayes vainly be ended, Flowring time is gone, and age creepes hastily onwarde. How-many fruyteles nights, poore foole, did I waste as a Wyddowe? How-many ioyles dayes as a Nunne did I drawe to the eunyng? Dayes, to be passed away with winged boyes prety pastymes, Nights to be spent with toyes and ioyes of louely Cupido, Pastimes, toyes, and ioyes, which more ioy'de breede me the more ioye. Change this minde, fonde wench, and this resolution alter. When that I seeme to repent, or seeme to bewray my repentance, Or say so with teares; let floods run back to the fountaines, Let Woolues fly fro the Lambe, and trembling Hare to the Greyhounde, Let Beares range by the sea, and Dolphin swymme by the deserte. See what it is to be yong; gyrles always vse to be peeuish: Soe was I in tymes past, (Good tyme il past) when I wanted Age and experience, and so did I trudg to the forrest. Golden locks, cherylips, red-white face, yuory fingers, Prowde as a praysd Peacock, and so did I trudg to the forrest. Netts were then my delyte, and bended bow my reioycing, Poynted dartes my ioy, and slaughtred beasts my triumphing. If that I sawe myself (myself vnluckily selfwilde) But by a glaunce, one glaunce of a Louers eye to be noted, Downe did I hang my head, and bow myne eyes to my bosome, Sore displea'sd forsooth, and, God wot, greately abashed When my pleasing face to a loues looke brought any pleasure, As though t' were some fault, or shame, or mock to my ownself, For to be looked vpon, to be lou'd, and sought for of others.