Greene, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1589 [1586-1590] (Annals) comedy · Queen Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Margaret be not so headstrong in these vows, Oh bury not such beauty in a cell: That England hath held famous for the hue, Thy father's hair like to the silver blooms: That beautify the shrubs of Africa Shall fall before the dated time of death, Thus to forego his lovely Margaret. A father when the harmony of heaven, soundeth the measures of a lively faith: The vain Illusions of this flattering world, Seems odious to the thoughts of Margaret, I loved once, lord Lacie was my love, And now I hate myself for that I loud, And doted more on him than on my God: For this I scourge myself with sharp repents. But now the touch of such aspiring sins Tells me all love is lust but love of heavens: That beauty used for love is vanity, The world contains nought but alluring baits: Pride, flattery, and inconstant thoughts, To shun the pricks of death I leave the world, And vow to meditate on heavenly bliss, To live in Framingham a holy Nun, Holy and pure in conscience and in deed: And for to wish all maids to learn of me, To seek heavens joy before earth's vanity. And will you then Margaret be shorn a Nun, and so leave us all. Now farewell world the engine of all woe, Farewell to friends and father, welcome Christ: Adieu to dainty robes, this base attire Better befits an humble mind to God, Than all the show of rich abiliments, Love, oh Love, and with fond Love farewell, Sweet Lacie whom I loved once so dear, Ever be well, but never in my thoughts, Lest I offend to think on Lacy's love: But even to that as to the rest farewell. Come on my wags were near the keeper's lodge, Hear have I oft walked in the watery Meads, And chatted with my lovely Margaret. Sirrah Ned, is not this the keeper. 'tis the same. The old lecher hath gotten holy mutton to him a Nun my lord. Keeper how farest thou holla man, what cheer, How doth Peggy thy daughter and my love. Ah good my lord, oh woe is me for Peg, See where she stands clad in her nuns attire, Ready for to be shorn in Framingham: She leaves the world because she left your love, Oh good my lord persuade her if you can. Why how now Margaret, what a malcontent, A Nun, what holy father taught you this, To task yourself to such a tedious life, As die a maid, ttwere injury to me. To smother up such beauty in a cell. Lord Lacie thinking of thy former miss, How fond the prime of wanton years were spent In love, Oh fie upon that fond conceit, Whose hap and essence hangeth in the eye, I leave both love and loves content at once, Betaking me to him that is true love, And leaving all the world for love of him.
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Margret be not ſo headſtrong in theſe vows, Oh burie not ſuch beautie in a cell: That England hath held famous for the hue, Thy fathers haire like to the ſiluer bloomes: That beautifie the ſhrubs of Affrica Shall fall before the dated time of death, Thus to forgoe his louely Margret. A father when the hermonie of heauen, ſoundeth the meaſures of a liuely faith: The vaine Illuſions of this flttering world, Seemes odious to the thoughts of Margret, I loued once, lord Lacie was my loue, And now I hate my ſelfe for that I lovd, And doated more on him than on my God: For this I ſcourge my ſelfe with ſharpe repent But now the touch of ſuch aſpiring ſinnes Tels me all loue is luſt but loue of heauens: That beautie vſde for loue is vanitie, The world containes nought but alluring baites: Pride, flatterie, and inconſtant thoughts, To ſhun the pricks of death I leaue the world, And vow to meditate on heauenly bliſſe, To liue in Framingham a holy Nunne, Holy and pure in conſcience and in deed: And for to wiſh all maides to learne of me, To ſeeke heauens ioy before earths vanitie. And will you then Margret be ſhor a Nunne, and ſo leaue vs all. Now farewell world the engin of all woe, Farewell to friends and father, welcome Chriſt: Adew to daintie robes, this baſe attire Better befits an humble minde to God, Than all the ſhew of rich abilliments, Loue, oh Loue, and with fond Loue farewell, Sweet Lacie whom I loued once ſo deere, Euer be well, but neuer in my thoughts, Leaſt I offend to thinke on Lacies loue: But euen to that as to the reſt farewell. Come on my wags weere neere the keepers lodge, Heere haue I oft walkt in the watrie Meades, And chatted with my louely Margret. Sirha Ned, is not this the keeper. Tis the ſame. The old lecher hath gotton holy mutton to him a Nunne my lord. Keeper how fareſt thou holla man, what cheere, How doth Peggie thy daughter and my loue. Ah good my lord, oh wo is me for Pegge, See where ſhe ſtands clad in her Nunnes attire, Readie for to be ſhorne in Framingham: She leaues the world becauſe ſhe left your loue, Oh good my lord perſwade her if you can. Why how now Margret, what a malecontent, A Nunne, what holy father taught you this, To taske your ſelfe to ſuch a tedious life, As die a maid, twere iniurie to me. To ſmother vp ſuch bewtie in a cell. Lord Lacie thinking of thy former miſſ, How fond the prime of wanton yeares were ſpent In loue, Oh fie vppon that fond conceite, Whoſe hap and eſſence hangeth in the eye, I leaue both loue and loues content at once, Betaking me to him that is true loue, And leuing all the world for loue of him.