Phillis and Amyntas (Ivychurch) (Amyntas' Pastoral) · chunk 6 of 30
Fraunce, Abraham / Tasso, Torquato · published 1591 · first performed or written 1591 (Annals) pastoral unassigned nearest T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
Good sweet Daphne peace, and tell this again to Lycoris, Terrify babes with bugs: its time to be gone to the hunting Solemn great hunting which this same day is appointed In that pleasant park, that sweetest park of a thousand Yuychurches park, pretty Yuychurch, that on hill top Flowering hill top sits, and looketh down to the valleys, There, o there, I do heare (for so Philoveuia told me) There that Nymph, brave Nymph, that peerless Pembrokiana Yuychurches Nymph doth mean herself to be present, And with her own person give grace and life to the pastime. I'll to my wont well with Crystal water abounding, There will I leave this dust and sweat that I gate by my toiling Yesterday, when I made that lightfoot Do to be tumbling. And i'll home, for an hour or two: and then to the hunting, Then to the park we'll go: in mean time mark what I told thee More than parcks and wells, and, if symplicity blind thee, Know thy not knowing; so, mayst thou know of an other. Hollow caves, raged rocks, waste hills, green watery fountains For pity, sweetly reply, and answers make to my mourning: Strong oak, tall pine-tree, green laurel, beautiful Yuy For pity, sweetly reply, and answers make to my mourning, Shake their leaves for grief, and bend their bows to my groaning▪ Only that one in whom my joys are only reposed Yields no lovely reply, no answer makes to my mourning, Phillis fair and fierce; Phillis more fierce to Amyntas Than strong oak, tall pine, green laurel, beautiful ivy, Hollow caves, raged rocks, waste hills, green watery fountains. When blackmantled night makes every thing to be silent, Every thing at rest, then wandereth restless Amyntas: Silver moon, bright stars, you knew these heavy bewailings, And for grief your course and due revolution altered: But she alas grieves not, take's no compassion on me, Whose hart-chearing face, and sweet illuminat eisight Silver moon, bright stars, and all your bravery stained, And made you for shame, your due revolution alter. Harmless sheep and lambs eat grass: and greedy devouring Wolves eat harmless sheep and lambs: but surly Cupid Surly Cupido feeds himself on streams of abounding Tears, and's never filled, and yet stands ever a feeding. No, no, Thyrsis, alas: Love lacks no tears of Amyntas, Surly Cupido's full, stuftfull with tears of Amyntas, And thirsts now for blood, seeks blood of woeful Amyntas, And what he seeks, he shall have; I'll quench their thirst by my hartblood, Blind boys, proud girls thirst: and glut their eyes with abundant Streams of purpled gore of too too wretched Amyntas. O bloody word, fowl word, o God forbidden that Amyntas Should or think, or work any outrage unto Amyntas. Cast of these fancies, leave these toys, pluck up a mans-hart: If bony Phillis scorn, and make but a mock of Amyntas, Yet shall Amyntas find as brave gyrls as bony Phillis.
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Good sweete Daphne peace, and tell this againe to Lycoris, Terrifie babes with bugs: its tyme to be gone to the huntyng Solempne great hunting which this same day is apoynted In that pleasant parck, that sweetest parck of a thousand Yuychurches parck, prety Yuychurch, that on hill topp Flowring hill topp sitts, and looketh downe to the valleys, There, ô there, I dooe heare (for soe Philoueuia tould mee) There that Nymph, braue Nymph, that peareles Pembrokiana Yuychurches Nymph doth meane herself to be present, And with her owne person giue grace and life to the pastime. Ile to my wonted well with Christall water abounding, There wil I leaue this dust and sweate that I gate by my toyling Yesterday, when I made that lightfoote Doe to be tumbling. And i'le hoame, for an howre or twoo: and then to the huntyng, Then to the parck wee'le goe: in meane tyme marck what I tould thee More than parcks and wells, and, if symplicity blynde thee, Know thy not knowing; soe, mayst thou know of an other. HOllowe caues, ragd rocks, waste hills, greene watery fountaynes For pyty, sweetely reply, and aunswers make to my mournyng: Strong oake, tall pinetree, greene laurell, bewtiful Yuy For pity, sweetly reply, and aunswers make to my mourning, Shake theyr leaues for grief, and bend theyr bowes to my groning▪ Only that one in whom my ioyes are only reposed Yeelds no louely reply, no aunswer mak's to my mourning, Phillis faire and fierce; Phillis more fierce to Amyntas Than strong oake, tall pine, greene lawrell, bewtiful yuy, Hollowe caues, ragd rocks, waste hills, greene watery fountaines. When blackmantled night mak's euery thing to be silent, Euery thing at rest, then wandreth restles Amyntas: Siluer moone, bright starrs, you knew these heauy bewaylings, And for grief your course and due reuolution altred: But shee alas greeues not, tak's no compassion on mee, Whose hart-chearing face, and sweete illuminat eisight Siluer moone, bright starrs, and all your brauery stayned, And made you for shame, your due reuolution alter. Harmeles sheepe and lambs eate grasse: and greedy deuouring Woolues eate harmeles sheepe and lambs: but surly Cupido Surly Cupido feeds himself on streames of abounding Teares, and's neuer fild, and yet stands euer a feeding. No, no, Thyrsis, alas: Loue lacks no teares of Amyntas, Surly Cupido's full, stuftfull with teares of Amyntas, And thyrsts now for blood, seeks blood of woful Amyntas, And what he seeks, he shal haue; I'le quēch theyr thirst by my hartblood, Blynde boy's, proud gyrles thirst: and glut theyr eyes with aboundant Streames of purpled gore of too too wretched Amyntas. O bloody word, fowle word, ô God forbid that Amyntas Should or think, or woork any outrage vnto Amyntas. Cast of these fancies, leaue these toyes, pluck vp a mans-hart: If bony Phillis scorne, and make but a mock of Amyntas, Yet shal Amyntas finde as braue gyrls as bony Phillis.