Heywood, John · published 1534 · first performed or written 1534 [1533-1534] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
O pain upon pain what pains I sustain No craft of the devil can express all my pain In this body no limb/ joint/ senow/ nor vain/ But martreth each other, and this brain Chief enemy of all by the inventing Mine unsavoury sewte to her discontenting My speaking, my hearing, my looking, my thinking In sitting, in standing, in waking, or winking, what ever I do, or where ever I go My brain and mishap in all these do me woe As for my senses each one of all five wondereth as it can to feel itself a live And than hath love gotten all in one bed Himself and his servants to lodge in this head Vain hope, despair, dread, and audacity, Hast, waist, lust without liking or liberty diligence, humility, trust, and jealousy, Desire, patient sufferance, and constansy, These with other in this head like swarms of bees Sting in debating their contraryetees The venom whereof from this head distilleth Down to this breast and this heart it killeth All times in all places of this body By this distemperance thus dystempored am I Shevering in cold and yet in heat I die Drowned in moisture parched perchment dry Cold hot most dry all in all places at once Mary sir this is an ague for the nonce But or we give judgement I must search to view whether this evidences be false or true Nay stand still your part shall prove never the wars Foe by saint savour here is a hot arse Let me feel your nose, nay fear not man be bold well though this arse be warm and this nose cold yet these twain by attorney brought in one place Are as he saith cold and hot both in like case O what pain drought is see how his dry lips Smake for more moister of his warm moist hips Breath out. these eyes are dull but this nose is quicker Here is most moister, your breath smelleth of lycker well sins ye have opened in this tale telling The full of your pain for speed to ending I shall in few words such one question disclose As if your answer give cause to suppose The hole of the same to be answered at full we nede no iudgement for yelde my selfe I wu Put case this man loved a woman such one who were in his liking the thing alone And that his love to her were not so myckyll But her fancy toward him were as little And that she hid herself so day and night That seld time when he might come in her sight And then put case that one to you love did bear A woman that other so ugly were That each kiss of her mouth called you to gybbes fest Or that your fancy abhorred her so at lest That her presence were as sweet to suppose As one should present
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O payne vpon payne what paynes I ſuſtayne No crafte of the deuyll can expreſſe all my payne In this body no lym / ioynt / ſenow / nor veyne / But martreth eche other, and this brayne Chefe enmy of all by the inuentyng Myne vnſauery ſewte to her dyſcontentyng My ſpeakyng, my hearyng, my lokyng, my thynkyng In ſyttyng, in ſtandyng, in wakyng, or wynkyng, what euer I do, or where euer I go My brayne and myſhap in all theſe do me wo As for my ſenſes eche one of all fyue wondreth as it can to fele it ſelfe a lyue And than hath loue goten all in one bed Hym ſelfe and his ſeruauntes to lodge in this hed Vayne hope, dyſpayre, drede, and audacite, Haſt, waſt, luſt without lykyng or lyberte Dilygence, humilyte, truſt, and ielouſy, Deſyre, pacyent ſufferaunce, and conſtanſy, Theſe with other in this hed lyke ſwarmes of bees Styng in debatyng theyr contraryetees The venym wherof from this hed dyſtylleth Downe to this breſt and this hart it kylleth All tymes in all places of this body By this dyſtemperaunce thus dyſtempored am I Sheueryng in colde and yet in hete I dye Drowned in moyſture parched perchment drye Colde hote moſte drye all in all places at ones Mary ſyr this is an agew for the nones But or we gyue iudgement I muſt ſerch to vew whether this euydens be falſe or trew Nay ſtande ſtyll your part ſhall proue neuer the wars Fo by ſaynt ſauour here is a whot ars Let me fele your noſe, nay fere not man be bolde well though this ars be warme and this noſe colde yet theſe twayne by attorney brought in one place Are as he ſeyth colde and whot both in lyke caſe O what payne drought is ſee how his dry lyps Smake for more moyſter of his warme moyſt hyps Breath out. theſe eyes are dull but this noſe is quycker Here is moſt moyſter, your breath ſmelleth of lycker well ſyns ye haue opened in this tale tellyng The full of your payne for ſpede to endyng I ſhall in fewe wordes ſuch one queſtion dyſcloſe As if your anſwere gyue cauſe to ſuppoſe The hole of the ſame to be anſwered at full we nede no iudgement for yelde my ſelfe I wu Put caſe this man loued a woman ſuch one who were in his lykyng the thyng alone And that his loue to her were not ſo myckyll But her fancy towarde hym were as lyttyll And that ſhe hyd her ſelfe ſo day and nyght That ſelde tyme whan he myght come in her ſyght And then put caſe that one to you loue dyd bere A woman that other ſo vgly were That eche kys of her mouth called you to gybbes feſt Or that your fancy abhorred her ſo at leſt That her preſens were as ſwete to ſuppoſe As one ſhulde preſent