Wilson, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1590 [c.1589-1593] (Annals) moral · Queen Elizabeth's Men (?) unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Ah my Content, prove not so much unkind, To fly and leave thy love alone behind, I will go with thee into hollow caves, To desert to the dens of furious beasts, I will descend with thee unto the grave, Look on me love let me some comfort have. Contempt still turns from Venus. What not a word to comfort me in woe? No look to give my dying heart some life? Nothing but frowns, but lowers, but scorns, disdains? Woe to my pleasures that have brought these pains. Have I for this set light the God of war, Against whose frowns nor death nor heaven can stand, Have I for this procured the angry Gods To make me exile from all blessedness. Have I for this lost honour and renown, Become a scandal to the vulgar world, And thus to be repaid? ah break my heart, Had all these evils fallen upon my head, And millions of more harms than heaven could heap, Yet all were nothing, had not my Content, Rewarded me thus vilely with Contempt. Shape of collusion, mirror of deceit, Fair form with foul deformities defiled. Know that I am Contempt in nature scornful, Foe to thy good, and fatal to thy life: That while I joyed in glory and account, Disdained all virtue, and contemned all vice. Good, bad, were held with me of equal price. And now the waning of my greatness comes, Occasioned by thy love, whom Mars aspected, And I that all despised am now rejected. For which I thee reject, disdain and hate, Wishing thee die a death disconsolate. Yet once regard me as a thing regardless, Thou art the abjects wretch alive esteemed, I worse than vileness in the world am deemed: I scorned, thou hated, each like other being, Live we together void of other being. Lightness of lightest things that vaunt of life, Sprung from the frothy bubbles of the sea: Leave to solicit him that loathes thy looks, Spitting upon thy faces painted pride I will forsake thee, and in silence shroud This loathed trunk despised and abhorred, So flies the murderer from the mangled limbs, Left limbless on the ground by his fell hand. So runs the Tiger from the bloodless prey, Which when his fell stomach is of hunger stanched. Thou murderer, Tiger, glutted with my fair, leav'st me forsaken, map of grief and care. O what is beauty humbled to the base, That never had a care of civil thought? O what is favour in an obscure place? Like unto Pearls that for the swine are bought: Beauty and favour where no virtue bides, Proves foul, deformed, and like a shadow glides. Ah that my woe could other women warn, To love true wedlock or the virgin's life: For me too late, for them fit time to learn, The honour of a maid and constant wife,
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Ah my Content, proue not so much vnkind, To flie and leaue thy loue alone behind, I will go with thee into hollow caues, To desart to the dens of furious beasts, I will descend with thee vnto the graue, Looke on me loue let me some comfort haue. Contempt still turnes from Venus. What not a word to comfort me in wo? No looke to giue my dying heart some life? Nothing but frownes, but lowres, but scornes, disdaines? Woe to my pleasures that haue brought these paines. Haue I for this set light the God of warre, Against whose frownes nor death nor heauen can stande, Haue I for this procurde the angrie Gods To make me exile from all blessednes. Haue I for this lost honor and renowme, Become a scandall to the vulgar world, And thus to be repaide ah breake my hart, Had all these euils falne vpon my head, And millions of more harmes than heauen could heap, Yet all were nothing, had not my Content, Rewarded me thus vilie with Contempt. Shape of colusion, mirrour of deceit, Faire forme with foule deformities defilde. Know that I am Contempt in nature scornefull, Foe to thy good, and fatall to thy life▪ That while ioyde in glorie and account, Disdainde all vertue, and contemnd all vice. Good, bad▪ were held with me of equall price. And now the waning of my greatnesse comes, Occasiond by thy loue, whome Mars aspected, And I that all despisde am now reiected. For which I thee reiect, disdaine and hate, VVishing thee die a death disconsolate. Yet once regard me as a thing regardles, Thou art the abiects wretch aliue esteemed, I worse than vilenes in the world am deemed: I scornd, thou hated, each like other beeing, Liue we together void of other being. Lightnes of lightest things that vaunt of life, Sprung from the froathie bubbles of the sea: Leaue to solicite him that loathes thy lookes, Spitting vpon thy fces painted pride I wil forsake thee, and in silence shrowd This loathed trunke despised and abhord, So flies the murderer from the mangled lims, Left limles on the ground by his fell hand. So runnes the Tyger from the bloodles pray, VVhich when his fell stomacke is of hunger stancht. Thou murdrer, Tyger, glutted with my faire, Leaust me forsaken, map of griefe and car ▪ O what is beauty humbled to the base, That neuer had a care of ciuill thought? O what is fauor in an obscure place? Like vnto Pearles that for the swine are bought: Beauty and fauor where no vertue bides, Proues foule, deformd, and like a shadow glides. Ah that my woe could other women warne, To loue true wedlocke or the virgins life: For me too late, for them fit time to learne, The honour of amaid and constant wife,