Anonymous · published 1591 · first performed or written 1591 [Aug 14] (Annals) entertainment; royal entertainment or entry · before the Court T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.65 · 445 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
THere is a bird that builds her nest with spice, and built, the Sun to ashes doth her burn, Out of whose cinders doth another rise. & she by scorching beams to dust doth turn: Thus life a death, and death a life doth prove, The rarest thing on earth except my love. My love that makes his nest with high desires, and is by beauty's blaze to ashes brought, Out of the which do break out greater fires, they quenched by disdain consume to nought, And out of nought my clearest love doth rise, True love if often slain but never dies. True love which springs, though Fortune on it tread as camomel by pressing down doth grow Or as the Palm that higher rears his head, when men great burrhens on the branches throw Love fancies birth, Fidelity the womb, the Nurse Delight, Ingratitude the tomb. NExt rowing in a Western barge well far Angling, I have been here this two hours and cannot catch an oyster. It may he for lack of a bait, & that were hard in this nibbling world, where every man lays bait for another. In the City merchants bait their tongues with a lie and an oath, and so make simple men swallow deceitful wares: and fishing for commodity is grown so far, that men are become fishes, for Land lords put such sweet baits on racked rents, that as good it were to be a perch in a pikes belly, as a Tenant in their farms. All our trade is grown to treachery, for now fish are caught with medicines: which are as unwholesome as love procured by withchcraft unfortunate. We Anglers make our lines of divers colours, according to the kinds of waters: so do men their loves, aiming at the complexion of the faces. Thus Merchandise, Love, and Lordships suck venom out of virtue. I think I shall fish all day and catch a frog, the cause is neither in the line, the hook, nor the bait, but some thing there is over beautiful which stayeth the very minnow (of all fish the most eager) from biting. For this we Anglers observe, that the shadow of a man turneth back the fish. What will then the sight of a Goddess? 'tis best angling in a lowering day, for here the Sun so glisters, that the fish see my hook through my bait. But soft here be the Netters, these be they that cannot content them with a dish of fish for their supper, but will draw a whole pond for the market. Be there any maids there? Maids fool, they be sea fish. Why?
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THere is a bird that builds her neaſt with ſpice, and built, the Sun to aſhes doth her burne, Out of whoſe ſinders doth another riſe. & ſhe by ſcorching beames to duſt doth turne: Thus life a death, and death a life doth proue, The rareſt thing on earth except my loue. My loue that makes his neaſt with high deſires, and is by beauties blaze to aſhes brought, Out of the which do breake out greater fires, they quenched by diſdain conſume to nought, And out of nought my cleereſt loue doth riſe, True loue if often ſlaine but neuer dies. True loue which ſprings, though Fortune on it tread as camomel by preſſing down doth grow Or as the Palme that higher reares his head, whē men great burrhens on the branches throw Loue fanſies birth, Fidelitie the wombe, the Nurſe Delight, Ingratitude the tombe. NExt rowing in a Weſterne barge well fare Angling, I haue bin here this two houres and cannot catch an oyſter. It may he for lacke of a bait, & that were hard in this nibling world, where euerie man laies bait for another. In the Citie merchants bait their tongues with a lie and an oath, and ſo make ſimple men ſwallow deceitfull wares: and fiſhing for commoditie is growen ſo farre, that men are become fiſhes, for Lande lords put ſuch ſweete baits on rackt rents, that as good it were to be a perch in a pikes belly, as a Tenant in theyr farmes. All our trade is growen to trecherie, for now fiſh are caught with medicins: which are as vnwholſom as loue procured by withchcraft vnfortunate. We Anglers make our lines of diuers colours, according to the kindes of waters: ſo doe men their loues, aiming at the complexion of the faces. Thus Marchandize, Loue, and Lordſhips ſucke venom out of vertue. I think I ſhal PDF PAGE 123 fiſh all daie and catch a frog, the cauſe is neither in the line, the hooke, nor the bait, but ſome thing there is ouer beautifull which ſtayeth the verie Minow (of all fiſh the moſt eager) from biting. For this we Anglers obſerue, that the ſhadow of a man turneth backe the fiſh. What will then the ſight of a Goddeſſe? Tis beſt angling in a lowring daie, for here the Sunne ſo gliſters, that the fiſh ſee my hooke through my bait. But ſoft here be the Netters, theſe be they that cannot content them with a diſh of fiſh for their ſupper, but will draw a whole pond for the market. Be there any maydes there? Maydes foole, they be ſea fiſh. Why?