Herbert, Mary Sidney / Garnier, RobertSidney Herbert, Mary · published 1595 · first performed or written 1590 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Only thy foe which common ought have been. If her I always loved, and the first flame Of her heart-killing love shall burn me last: justly complain I she disloyal is, Nor constant is, even as I constant am, To comfort my mishap, despising me No more, than when the heavens favoured me. But ah! by nature women wavering are, Each moment changing and rechanging minds. Unwise, who blind in them, thinks loyalty Ever to find in beauty's company. The boiling tempest still makes not Sea waters foam: nor still the Northern blast disquiets quiet streams: Nor who his chest to fill sails to the morning beams, on waves wind tosseth fast still keeps his ship from home. Nor Ioue still down doth cast inflamed with bloody ire on man, on tree, on hill, his darts of thundering fire. nor still the heat doth last on face of parched plain. nor wrinkled cold doth still on frozen furrows reign. But still as long as we in this low world remain, mishaps our daily mates our lives do entertain: and woes which bear no dates still perch upon our heads, none go but straight will be some greater in their steads. Nature made us not free When first she made us live: When we began to be, To be began our woe: Which growing evermore As dying life doth grow, Do more and more us grieve, And tire us more and more. No stay in fading states, For more to height they reach, Their fellow miseries. The more to height do stretch. They cling even to the crown, And threatening furious wise From tyrannizing pates Do often pull it down. In vain on waves untried To shun them go we should To Scythes and Massagetes Who near the Pole reside: In vain to boiling sands Which Phoebus' battery beats, For with us still they would Cut seas and compass lands. The darkness no more sure To join with heavy night: The light which guilds the days To follow Titan pure: No more the shadow light The body to ensue: Then wretchedness always Us wretches to pursue. O blessed who never breathed, Or whom with pity moved, Death from his cradle reaved, And swaddled in his grave: And blessed also he (As curse may blessing have) Who low and living free No princes charge hath proved. By stealing sacred fire. Prometheus then unwise, provoking Gods to ire, the heap of ills did stir, and sickness pale and cold our end which onward spur, to plague our hands too bold to filch the wealth of skies. In heavens hate since then of ill with ill enchained we raze of mortal men full fraught our breasts have borne and thousand thousand woes our heavenly souls now thorn, which free before from those no! earthly passion pained. War and wars bitter cheer now long time with us stay, and fear of hated foe still still increaseth sore: our harms worse daily grow, less yesterday they were then now, and will be more tomorrow then today.
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Onely thy foe which common ought haue beene. If her I alwaies lou'd, and the first flame Of her heart-killing loue shall burne me last: Iustly complaine I she disloyall is, Nor constant is, euen as I constant am, To comfort my mishap, despising me No more, then when the heauens fauour'd me. But ah! by nature women wau' ring are, Each moment changing and rechanging mindes. Vnwise, who blinde in them, thinkes loyaltie Euer to finde in beauties companie. The boyling tempest still makes not Sea waters fome: nor still the Northern blast disquiets quiet streames: Nor who his chest to fill sayles to the morning beames, on waues winde tosseth fast still kepes his ship from home. Nor Ioue still downe doth cast inflam'd with bloudie ire on man, on tree, on hill, his darts of thundring fire. nor still the heat doth last on face of parched plaine. nor wrinkled colde doth still on frozen furrowes raigne. But still as long as we in this low world remaine, mishapps our daily mates our liues doe intertaine: and woes which beare no dates still pearch vpon our heads, none go but straight will be some greater in their steads. Nature made vs not free When first she made vs liue: When we began to be, To be began our woe: Which growing euermore As dying life doth growe, Do more and more vs greeue, And tire vs more and more. No stay in fading states, For more to height they retch, Their fellow miseries. The more to height do stretch. They cling euen to the crowne, And threatning furious wise From tirannizing pates Do often pull it downe. In vaine on waues vntride To shun them go we should To Scythes and Massagetes Who neere the Pole reside: In vaine to boiling sandes Which Phaebus battry beates, For with vs still they would Cut seas and compasse landes. The darknes no more sure To ioyne with heauy night: The light which guildes the days To follow Titan pure: No more the shadow light The body to ensue: Then wretchednes alwaies Vs wretches to pursue. O blest who neuer breath'd, Or whome with pittie mou'de, Death from his cradle reau'de, And swadled in his graue: And blessed also he (As curse may blessing haue) Who low and liuing free No princes charge hath prou'de. By stealing sacred fire. Prometheus then vnwise, prouking Gods to ire, the heape of ills did sturre, and sicknes pale and colde our ende which onward spurre, to plague our hands too bolde to filch the wealth of skies. In heauens hate since then of ill with ill enchain'd we race of mortall men ful fraught our brests haue borne and thousand thousand woes our heau'nly soules now thorne, which free before from those no! earthly passion pain'd. Warre and warrs bitter cheare now long time with vs staie, and feare of hated foe still still encreaseth sore: our harmes worse dayly grow, lesse yesterday they were then now, and will be more to morrow then to day.