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 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Pleasure without contentation can not be But contentation without pleasure we see In things innumerable every day Of all which mark these which I shall now ley Putskie case that I for pleasure of some friend Or some thing which I longed to see at end would be content to ride three score mile this night And never would bait nor never alight I might be right well content to do this And yet in this doing no pleasure there is Moreover ye by patient sufferance May be contented with any mischance The loss of your child friend or any thing That in this world to you can be longing wherein ye contented never so well yet is your contentation pleasure no dell These two exsamples by aught that I see Be no thing the things that any thing touch me with death of my child my being contented Or pain with my friend willingly assented Is not contentation voluntary For that contentation cometh forcibly But my contentation standeth in such thing As I would first wish if it went by wishing Sir be ye contented even as ye tell yet your contentation can neither excel Nor be compared equal to mine estate For touching contentation I am in rate As highly contented to love as ye see As ye to forbear love can wish to be Had I no more to say in this argument But that I am as well as you content yet hath my part now good approbation To match with yours even by contentation But contentation is not all the thing That I for my love have in recompensing Above contentation pleasures feeling Have I so many, that no wight living Can by any wit or tongue the same report O the pleasant pleasures in our resort After my being from her any whither what pleasures have we in coming together Each tap on the ground toward me with her foot Doth bathe in delight my very heart rote Every twynke of her alluring eye reviveth my spirits even thorowoutly Each word of her mouth not a preparative But the right medicine of preservative we be so jocund and joyfully joined Her love for my love so currently coined That all pleasures earthly the truth to declare Are pleasures not able with ours to compare This mouth in manner receiveth no food Love is the feeding that doth this body good And this head despiseth all these eyes winking Longer than love doth keep this heart thinking To dream on my sweet heart, love is my feader Love is my lord, and love is my leader Of all mine affairs in thought, word, and deed, Love is the Christ's cross that must be my speed By this I perceive well ye make reckoning That love is a goodly and a good thing Loue good what ill in love canst thou make apere
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Pleaſure without contentacyon can not be But contentacyon without pleaſure we ſe In thynges innumerable euery day Of all which marke theſe which I ſhall nowe ley Put caſe that I for pleaſure of ſome frende Or ſome thyng which I longed to ſe at ende wolde be content to ryde thre ſcore myle this nyght And neuer wolde bayte nor neuer alyght I myght be ryght well content to do this And yet in this doyng no pleaſure there is Moreouer ye by pacyent ſufferaunce May be contented with any myſchaunce The loſſe of your chylde frende or any thyng That in this worlde to you can be longyng wherin ye contented neuer ſo well yet is your contentacyon pleaſure no dell Theſe two exſamples by ought that I ſe Be no thyng the thynges that any thynge touch me with deth of my chylde my beyng contented Or payne with my frende wyllyngly aſſented Is not contentacyon voluntary For that contentacyon cometh forceably But my contentacion ſtandeth in ſuch thyng As I wolde fyrſt wyſhe if it went by wyſhyng Syr be ye contented euen as ye tell yet your contentacyon can nother excell Nor be compared egall to myne eſtate For touchyng contentacyon I am in rate As hyely contented to loue as ye ſe As ye to forbere loue can wyſhe to be Had I no more to ſay in this argument But that I am as well as you content yet hath my parte nowe good approbacyon To match with yours euen by contentacyon But contentacion is not all the thyng That I for my loue haue in recompencyng Aboue contentacyon pleaſures felyng Haue I ſo many, that no wyght lyuyng Can by any wyt or tonge the ſame reporte O the pleaſaunt pleaſures in our reſorte After my beyng from her any whyther what pleaſures haue we in commyng to gyther Eche tap on the grounde towarde me with her fote Doth bathe in delyght my very harte rote Euery twynke of her aluryng eye Reuyueth my ſpirites euen thorowoutly Eche worde of her mouth not a preparatyue But the ryght medicyne of preſeruatyue we be ſo ioconde and ioyfully ioyned Her loue for my loue ſo currantly coyned That all pleaſures yerthly the treuth to declare Are pleaſures not able with ours to compare This mouth in maner receyueth no food Loue is the fedyng that doth this body good And this hed dyſpyſeth all theſe eyes wynkyng Longer then loue doth kepe this harte thynkyng To dreame on my ſwete harte, loue is my feader Loue is my lorde, and loue is my leader Of all myne affayres in thought, worde, and dede, Loue is the Chriſts croſſe that muſt be my ſpede By this I perceyue wel ye make rekenyng That loue is a goodly and a good thyng Loue good what yll in loue canſt thou make apere