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 · 571 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Feeling a continual burning in all my bowels, and a bursting almost in every vain, I could not smother the inward fire, but it must needs be perceived by the outward smoke, and by the flying abroad of divers sparks, divers judged of my scalding flames. Endymion as full of art as wit, marking mine eyes, (in which he might see almost his own,) my sighs, by which he might ever hear his name sounded, aimed at my heart, in which he was assured his person was imprinted, and by questions wrung out that, which was ready to burst out. When he saw the depth of my affections, he swore, that mine in respect of his, were as fumes to Aetna, valleys to Alps, Ants to Eagles, and nothing could be compared to my beauty but his love, and eternity. Thus drawing a smooth shoe upon a crooked foot, he made me believe, that (which all of our sex willingly acknowledge) I was beautiful. And to wonder, (which indeed is a thing miraculous) that any of his sex should be faithful. Endymion, how will you clear yourself? Madam, by mine own accuser. Well Tellus proceed, but briefly, least taking delight in uttering thy love, thou offend us with the length of it. I will madam quickly make an end of my love & my tale. Finding continual increase of my tormenting thoughts, and that the enjoying of my love, made deeper wounds then the entering into it. I could find no means to ease my grief, but to follow Endymion, and continually to have him in the object of mine eyes, who had me slave and subject to his love. But in the moment that I feared his falsehood, and fried myself most in mine affections, I found, (ah grief, even than I lost myself.) I found him in most melancholy and desperate terms, cursing his stars, his state, the earth, the heavens, the world, and all for the love of Of whom? Tellus speak boldly. madam, I dare not utter for fear to offend. Speak I say; who dare take offence, if thou be commanded by Cynthia? For the love of Cynthia. For my love Tellus, that were strange. Endymion is it true? In all things madam. Tellus doth not speak false. What will this breed to in the end? Well Endymion, we shall hear all. I seeing my hopes turned to mishaps, and a settled dissembling towards me, and an unmovable desire to Cynthia, forgetting both myself and my sex; fell unto this unnatural hate; for knowing your virtues Cynthia to be immortal, I could not have an imagination to withdraw him. And finding mine own affections unquenchable, I could not carry the mind that any else should possess what I had pursued. For though in majesty, beauty, virtue, and dignity, I always humbled and yielded myself to Cynthia, yet in affections, I esteemed myself equal with the Goddesses, & all other creatures according to their states with myself. For stars to their bigness have their lights, and the sun hath no more. And little pitchers when they can hold no more, are as full as great vessels that run over. Thus Madam in all truth, have I uttered the unhappiness of my love, and the cause of my hate, yielding wholly to that divine judgement which never erred for want of wisdom, or envied for too much partiality.
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Feeling a continuall burning in all my bowels, and a bursting almost in euerie vaine, I could not smoother the inwarde fyre, but it must needes bee perceiued by the outwarde smoke, and by the flying abroade of diuers sparkes, diuers iudged of my scalding flames. Endimion as full of arte as witte, marking mine eyes, (in which hee might see almost his owne,) my sighes, by which he might euer heare his name sounded, aymed at my hart, in which he was assured his person was imprinted, and by questions wrunge out that, which was readie to burst out. VVhen he sawe the depth of my affections, he sware, that mine in respect of his, were as fumes to Aetna, vallies to Alpes, Ants to Eagles, and nothing could be compared to my beautie but his loue, and eternitie. Thus drawing a smooth shoe vppon a crooked foote, hee made me beleeue, that (which all of our sexe willinglie acknowledge) I was beautifull. And to wonder, (which indeede is a thing miraculous) that any of his sexe should be faithfull. Endimion, how will you cleere your selfe? Madam, by mine owne accuser. Well Tellus proceede, but breefelie, least taking delight in vttering thy loue, thou offende vs with the length of it. I will Madame quickly make an ende of my loue & my tale. Finding continuall increase of my tormenting thoughts, and that the enioying of my loue, made deeper woundes then the entering into it. I could finde no meanes to ease my griefe, but to followe Endimion, and continually to haue him in the obiect of mine eyes, who had me slaue and subiect to his loue. But in the moment that I feared his falsehoode, and fryed my selfe most in myne affections, I founde, (ah griefe, euen then I lost my selfe.) I founde him in most melancholie and desperate termes, cursing hys starres, his state, the earth, the heauens, the world, and all for the loue of Of whom? Tellus speake boldly. Madame, I dare not vtter for feare to offende. Speake I say; who dare take offence, if thou be commaunded by Cynthia? For the loue of Cynthia. For my loue Tellus, that were strange. Endimion is it true? In all things Madame. Tellus doth not speak false. What will this breede to in the ende? Well Endimion, wee shall heare all. I seeing my hopes turnde to mishaps, and a setled dissembling towards me, and an vnmooueable desire to Cynthia, forgetting both my selfe and my sexe; fell vnto this vnnaturall hate; for knowing your vertues Cynthia to be immortall, I coulde not haue an imagination to withdraw him. And finding mine owne affections vnquenchable, I coulde not carrie the minde that any els should possesse what I had pursued. For though in maiestie, beautie, vertue, and dignitie, I alwaies humbled and yeelded my selfe to Cynthia, yet in affections, I esteemed my selfe equall with the Goddesses, & all other creatures according to theyr states with my selfe. For stars to theyr bignes haue theyr lights, and the sunne hath no more. And little pytchers when they can holde no more, are as full as great vessels that runne ouer. Thus Madam in all trueth, haue I vttered the vnhappinesse of my loue, and the cause of my hate, yeelding wholy to that diuine iudgement which neuer erred for want of wisedom, or enuied for too much partiality.