Heywood, John · published 1544 · first performed or written 1528 [1519-1528] (Annals) comedy unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Then lean not to much to gender gyglet For here desire contrary to mine is set I heard by her tale she would banish the sone And then were we poor launders all undone Except the son shine that our clothes may dry We can do right nought in our laundry Another manner loss if we should miss Then of such nyreby ceters as she is. I think it better that thou envy me Then I should stand at reward of thy pit It is the guise of such gross queynes as thou art With such as I am evermore to thwart By cause that no beauty ye can obtain Therefore ye have us that be fair in disdain. When I was as young as thou art now I was within little as fair as thou And so might have kept meyf I had would And as dearly my youth I might have sold As the tryckest and fairest of you all But I feared parels that after might fall Wherefore some belines I did me provide Lest vice might enter on every side Which hath tree entre where ydylnesse doth reign It is not thy beauty that I disdain But thine idle life that thou hast rehearsed Which any good woman's heart would have pierced For I perceive in dancing and singing In eating and drinking and thine appareling Is all the joy wherein thy heart is set But nought of all this doth thine own labour get For hadst thou nothing but of thine own travail Thou mightest go as naked as my nail Me think thou shouldest abhor such idleness And pass the time in some honest business Better to lose some part of thy beauty Then so oft to ieoberde all thine honest But I think rather than thou wouldest so do Thou hadst liefer have us live ydylly to And so no doubt we should if thou mightest have The clear son banished as thou dost crave Then were we launders marred and unto the Thine own request were small commodity For of these twain I think it far better Thy face were son burned and thy clothes the swetter Than that the son from shining should he smytter To keep thy face fair and thy smock be shytter Sir how lick ye my reason in her case. Such a railing whore by the holy mass I never hard in all my tyfe till now Iu dede I loue ryght wel the tone of you But or I keep you both by god's mother The devil shall have the tone to fet the other. Promise me to speak that the son may shine bright And I will be gone quyikly for all night. Get you both hens I pray you heartily Your suits I perceive and will report them truly un to Iupiter at the next leisure And in the same desire to know his pleasure Which knowledge had even as he doth show it Fere ye not time enough ye shall know it.
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¶Then leane not to muche to gender gyglet For here deſyre contrary to myne is ſet I herde by her tale ſhe wolde banyſhe the ſone And then were we poore launders all vndone Excepte the ſonne ſhyne that our clothes may dry We can do ryght nought in our laundry Another maner loſſe yf we ſhulde mys Then of ſuche nyreby ceters as ſhe is. ❧I thynke it better that thou enuy me Then I ſhulde ſtande at rewarde of thy pytte It is the guyſe of ſuche groſe queynes as thou art With ſuche as I am euermore to thwart By cauſe that no beaute ye can obtayne Therefore ye haue vs that be fayre in diſdayne. ¶When I was as yonge as thou art nowe I was within lyttell as fayre as thou And ſo myght haue kepte meyf I had wolde And as derely my youth I myght haue ſolde As the tryckeſt and fayreſt of you all But I feared parels that after myght fall Wherfore ſome belines I dyd me prouyde Leſt vyce myght enter on euery ſyde Whiche hath tre entre where ydylneſſe dothe reygne It is not thy beauty that I diſdayne But thyne ydell lyfe that thou haſt reherſed Whiche any good womans herte wolde haue perced For I perceyue in daunſynge and ſyngynge In eatynge and drynkynge and thyne apparelynge Is all the ioye wherin thy herte is ſet But nought of all this dothe thyne owne labour get For haddeſt thou nothynge but of thyne owne trauayle Thou myghteſt go as naked as my nayle Me thynke thou ſhuldeſt abhore ſuche ydelnes And paſſe the tyme in ſome honeſt beſines Better to leſe ſome parte of thy beaute Then ſo ofte to ieoberde all thyne honeſte But I thynke rather then thou woldeſt ſo do Thou haddeſt leuer haue vs lyue ydylly to And ſo no doute we ſhulde yf thou myghteſt haue The clere ſonne banyſht as thou doſt craue Then were we launders marde and vnto the Thyne owne requeſt were ſmale commodytie For of theſe twayne I thynke it farre better Thy face were ſonne burned and thy clothes the ſwetter Then that the ſonne frome ſhynynge ſhulde he ſmytter To kepe thy face fayre and thy ſmocke be ſhytter Syr howe lycke ye my reaſon in her caſe. Suche a raylynge hore by the holy mas I neuer harde in all my tyfe tyll nowe Iu dede I loue ryght wel the tone of you But or I kepe you bothe by goddes mother The deuyll ſhall haue the tone to fet the other. ¶Promyſe me to ſpeke that the ſonne may ſhyne bryght And I wyll be gone quyikly for all nyght. ❧Get you bothe hens I pray you hertely Your ſutes I perceyue aud wyll reporte them truely Vn to Iupiter at the nexte leaſure And in the ſame deſyre to knowe his pleaſure Whiche knowledge had euen as he dothe ſhewe it Fere ye nat tyme ynough ye ſhall knowe it.