Phillis and Amyntas (Ivychurch) (Amyntas' Pastoral) · chunk 12 of 30
Fraunce, Abraham / Tasso, Torquato · published 1591 · first performed or written 1591 (Annals) pastoral T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.74 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
THis same foolish Bees but a Bee, and Bees but a small thing, Yet this buzzing Bee with a small mouth maketh a great wound: But what's less than Love, that lurketh in every corner, Every small small nook; and hides himself as a false-thiefe Sometimes under an hair, and sometimes under an ey-lidd? Yet this lest least Love, when he smiteth, maketh a great-wound, Great great mortal wound, great cureless wound in a lover. My flesh's nought but a mark all overprickt with her arrows, My body nought but a wound, my bowels nought but a bleeding. O Love, nay not Love, that love unlovely requiteth, Love was as ill called Love, as this proud paltry Phillis Was well called Phillis; (disdainful Phillis an ill is, Ill to her owneself first, and always ill to an other:) As this Mountaine-byrd, Montanus daughter I should say, Was well called Phillis; since hill-borne Phillis a hill is: Wild waste hills and woods and mountains serve for a harbour Unto the ravenous brood of wolves, bears, slippery serpents; And hillish Phillis makes her fair breast, as a lodging For fowl pride, fell spite, and most implacable anger, Worse beasts, far more worse, than wolves, bears, slippery serpents, These with a pray are pleased, but she's not moved with a prayer. If that I fetch her flowers, fresh fragrant flowers fro the forest, My fresh fragrant flowers, o spite, with a scorn she rejecteth, For cause her fair cheeks with fairer flowers be adorned. If that I bring in a dish queene-apples unto my dear Queen, Dish and queene-apples, o grief, with a mock she renounceth, For cause her bosom with fruit far sweeter aboundeth. If that I range by the woods and fyelds, and gather her honey, Honn' and honnyes comb, o death, with a flout she refuseth, For cause her sweet mouth more sugared honey afordeth, O then Phillis, alas, if my poor state can afford thee nought, but what thyself mayst have more lovely within thee, Take myself for a guyft, i'll give myself to my Phillis, And why should Phillis disdain this gift that I give her? My face is not fowl, my looks are not to be loathed, Yesterday I beheld myself when I walked by the seashore, When seas were calmed, when winds their rage had omitted My sanguine countenance with moisture lively replenished, Bristled breast, braund arms, and shoulders stoordyly squared Are all signs of strength, and marks of manliness only, And if Phillis doubt, let Phillis try what is in me. What should Phillis do with a curldpate paltry cockney? What with a smooth-faced fool, with a carpet squire, with a mylksop? What with a piping goose, with a whistling boy, with a minstrel? Girls indeed, and girls in show, effoeminat each way? If perchance Phillis, (this chance may easily happen) Should encounter a Wolf, or a fell she Bear, or a wild Boar,
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THis same foolish Bee's but a Bee, and Bee's but a small thing, Yet this buzzing Bee with a small mouth maketh a great wound: But what's lesse than Loue, that lurketh in euery corner, Euery smal smal nooke; and hides himself as a false-thiefe Sometimes vnder an hayre, and sometymes vnder an ey-lidd? Yet this least least Loue, when he smiteth, maketh a great-wound, Great great mortall wound, great cureles wound in a louer. My flesh's nought but a mark all ouerprickt with her arrowes, My body naught but a wound, my bowells naught but a bleeding. O Loue, nay not Loue, that loue vnlouely requiteth, Loue was as ill cal'd Loue, as this prowd paltery Phillis Was well cal'd Phillis; (disdainfull Phillis an ill is, Ill to her owne-self first, and always ill to an other:) As this Mountaine-byrd, Montanus daughter I should say, 'Was well cal'd Phillis; since hill-borne Phillis a hill is: Wylde waste hills and woods and mountaines serue for a harbor Vnto the rau'nous brood of woolues, beares, slippery serpents; And hillish Phillis makes her faire brest, as a lodging For fowle pride, fell spite, and most implacable anger, Woorse beasts, far more woorse, than woolues, beares, slippery serpents, These with a pray are pleasd, but shee's not moou'd with a prayer. If that I fetch her flowrs, fresh fragrant flowrs fro the forrest, My fresh fragrant flowrs, ô spite, with a scorne shee reiecteth, For cause her faire cheekes with fairer flowrs be adorned. If that I bring in a dish queene-apples vnto my deare Queene, Dish and queene-apples, ô griefe, with a mock shee renounceth, For cause her bosome with fruite far sweeter aboundeth. If that I range by the woods and fyelds, and gather her honny, Honn' and honnyes combe, ô death, with a flout shee refuseth, For cause her sweete mouth more sugered honny afordeth, O then Phillis, alas, if my poore state can aford thee Naught, but what thy self mayst haue more louely within thee, Take myself for a guyft, ile geue myself to my Phillis, And why should Phillis disdaine this guift that I giue her? My face is not fowle, my lookes are not to be loathed, Yesterday I beheld myself when I walkt by the seashore, When seaes were calmed, when windes theyr rage had omytted My sanguyne count'nance with moisture lyuely replenisht, Bristled brest, braund armes, and shoulders stoordyly squared Are all signes of strength, and marks of manlynes only, And if Phillis doubt, let Phillis try what is in mee. What should Phillis doo with a curld-pate paltery cockney? What with a smooth-fac't foole, with a carpet squyre, with a mylksop? What with a pyping goose, with a whistling boy, with a mynstrell? Gyrles indeede, and gyrles in shew, effoeminat each way? If perchaunce Phillis, (this chaunce may easyly happen) Should encounter a Woolfe, or a fell shee Beare, or a wilde Boare,