Lyly, John · published 1591 · first performed or written 1588 [Feb 2(?)] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (first) · before the Court unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 524 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Eumenides, thy friendship is immortal, and not to be conceived, and thy good will Floscula, better than I have deserved. But let us all wait on Cynthia: I marvel Semele speaketh not a word. Because if she do, she loseth her tongue. But how prospereth your love? I never yet spoke word since your sleep. I doubt not but your affection is old, and your appetite cold. No Endymion, thine hath made it stronger, and now are my sparks grown to flames, and my fancies almost to frenzies: but let us follow, and within we will debate all this matter at large. Epi, love hath justled my liberty from the wall, and taken the upper hand of my reason. Let me then trip up the heels of your affection, and thrust your goodwill into the gutter. No Epi, Love is a Lord of misrule, and keepeth Christmas in my corpse. No doubt there is good cheer: what dishes of delight doth his Lordship feast you withal? First, with a great platter of plum-porridge of pleasure, wherein is stewed the mutton of mistrust. Excellent love lap. Then cometh a Pie of patience, a Hen of honey, a Goose of gall, a Capon of care, and many other Viands, some sweet, and some sour, which proveth love to be as it was said of, in old years. Dulce venenum. A brave banquet. But Epi. I pray thee feel on my chin, some thing pricketh me. What dost thou feel or see. There are three or four little hairs. I pray thee call it my beard, how shall I be troubled, when this young spring shall grow to a great wood? O sir your chin is but a quiller yet, you will be most majestical when it is full fledge. But I marvel that you love Dipsas that old Crone. Agnosco veteris vestigia flammae, I love the smoke of an old fire. Why she is so cold, that no fire can thaw her thoughts. It is an old goose Epi, that will eat no oats, old Kine will kick, old Rats gnaw cheese, and old sacks will have much patching. I prefer an old coney before a rabbit sucker, and an ancient hen before a young chicken peeper. Argumentum ab antiquitate, My master loveth antic work. Give me a pippin that is withered like an old wife. Good sir. Then, a contrario sequitur argumentum. Give me a wife that looks like an old pippin. Nothing hath made my master a fool, but flat Scholarship. Knowest thou not that old wine is best? Yes. And thou knowest that like will to like? I. And thou knowest that Venus loved the best Wine. So. Then I conclude, that Venus was an old woman in an old cup of wine. For, est Venus in vinis, ignis in igne fuit. O lepidum caput, O mad cap master. You were worthy to win Dipsas, were she as old again, for in your love, you have worn the nap of your wit quite off, and made it threadbare. But soft who comes here? My solicitors. All hail sir Tophas, how feel you yourself?
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Eumenides, thy friendshippe is immortall, and not to be conceiued, and thy good will Floscula, better then I haue deserued. But let vs all wayte on Cynthia: I maruell Semele speaketh not a word. Because if shee doe, shee loseth her tongue. But how prospereth your loue? I neuer yet spake worde since your sleepe. I doubt not but your affection is olde, and your appetite colde. No Endimion, thine hath made it stronger, and nowe are my sparkes growne to flames, and my fancies almost to frenzies: but let vs followe, and within wee will debate all this matter at large. Epi, loue hath iustled my libertie from the wall, and taken the vpper hand of my reason. Let me then trippe vp the heeles of your affection, and thrust your goodwill into the gutter. No Epi, Loue is a Lorde of misrule, and keepeth Christmas in my corps. No doubt there is good cheere: what dishes of delight doth his Lordshippe feast you withal? First, with a great platter of plum-porrige of pleasure, wherein is stued the mutton of mistrust. Excellent loue lappe. Then commeth a Pye of patience, a Henne of honnie, a Goose of gall, a Capon of care, and many other Viandes, some sweete, and some sowre, which proueth loue to bee as it was saide of, in olde yeeres. Dulce venenum. A braue banquet. But Epi. I praye theee feele on my chinne, some thinge prycketh mee. VVhat doost thou feele or see. There are three or foure little haires. I pray thee call it my bearde, howe shall I bee troubled, when this younge springe shall growe to a great wood? O sir your chinne is but a quyller yet, you will be most maiesticall when it is full fledge. But I maruell that you loue Dipsas that olde Crone. Agnosco veteris vestigia flammae, I loue the smoke of an olde fyre. Why shee is so colde, that no fyre can thawe her thoughts. It is an olde goose Epi, that will eate no oates, olde Kine will kicke, olde Rats gnawe cheese, and olde sackes will haue much patching. I preferre an old Cony before a Rabbet sucker, and an ancient henne before a younge chicken peeper. Argumentum ab antiquitate, My master loueth anticke worke. Giue mee a pippin that is withered like an olde wife. Good sir. Then, a contrario sequitur argumentum. Giue me a wife that lookes like an olde pippin. Nothing hath made my master a foole, but flat Schollership. Knowest thou not that olde wine is best? Yes. And thou knowest that like will to like? I. And thou knowest that Venus loued the best Wine. So. Then I conclude, that Venus was an olde woman in an olde cuppe of wine. For, est Venus in vinis, ignis in igne fuit. O lepidum caput, O mad cap master. You were worthy to winne Dipsas, were shee as olde againe, for in your loue, you haue worne the nappe of your witte quite off, and made it thredbare. But soft who comes heere? My solicitors. All haile sir Tophas, how feele you your selfe?