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 · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
yes I shall prove this love at this time meant here In this man's case as ill as is the devil And in your case I shall prove love more evil what tormentry could all the devils in hell devise to his pain that he doth not tell what pain bringeth that body those devils in that head which myny sters always by love are led He frysyth in fire he drowneth in drought Each part of his body love hath brought about where each to help other should be diligent They martyr each other the man to torment without stint of rage his pains be so sore That no fiend may torment man in hell more And as in your case to prove that love is worse than the devil my meaning is this Love dystempereth him by torment in pain And love dystempereth you as far in joy plain your own confession declareth that ye Eat, drink, or sleep even as little as he And he that lacketh any one of those three Be it by joy or by pain clear ye see death must be sequel how ever it be And thus are ye both brought by loves induccyon By pain or by joy to like point of destruction which point approveth love in this case passed Beyond the devil in tormentry to have a cast For I trow ye find not that the devil can find To torment man in hell by any pleasant mind whereby as I said I say of love still Of the deayll and love, love is the more ill And at beginning I may say to you If god had seen as much as I say now Love had been Lucyfer and doubt ye no whit But experience now hath taught god such wit That if ought come at Lucyfer other then good To whip souls on the breach love shallbe the blood And sewer he is one that can not live long For aged folk ye wots well can not be strong And an other thing his phisicyou doth ges That he is infect with the black iawndes No ferther than ye be infect with folly For in all these words no word can I espy Such as for your part any proof avoucheth For proof of my part, no but it toucheth The dysprofe of yours for where you alleged your part above mine to be compared By pleasures in which your displeasures are such That ye eat, drink, nor sleep, or at most not much In lack whereof my tale proveth plainly Each part of your pleasure a tormentry whereby your good love I have proved so evil That love is apparently worse than the devil And as touching my part there can arise No manner displeasures nor tormentryes In that I love not, nor am not loved I move no displeasures nor none to me moved But all displeasures of love fro me absent By absens whereof I quietly content
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yes I ſhal proue this loue at this tyme ment here In this mans caſe as yll as is the deuyll And in your caſe I ſhall proue loue more euyll what tormentry coulde all the deuylles in hell Deuyſe to his payne that he doth not tell what payne bryngeth that body thoſe deuyls in that hed which myny ſters alway by loue are led He fryſyth in fyre he drowneth in drought Eche parte of his body loue hath brought abought where eche to helpe other ſhulde be dylygent They marter eche other the man to torment without ſtynt of rage his paynes be ſo ſore That no fende may torment man in hell more And as in your caſe to proue that loue is wurs than the deuyll my meanyng is this Loue dyſtempereth hym by torment in payne And loue dyſtempereth you as farre in ioy playne your owne confeſſion declareth that ye Eate, drynke, or ſlepe euyn as lyttell as he And he that lacketh any one of thoſe three Be it by ioy or by payne clere ye ſee Deth muſt be ſequell howe euer it be And thus are ye both brought by loues induccyon By payne or by ioy to lyke poynt of dyſtruccyon which poynt aproueth loue in this caſe paſt Beyonde the deuyll in turmentry to haue a caſt For I trowe ye fynde not that the deuyll can fynde To turment man in hell by any pleaſaunt mynde wherby as I ſayd I ſay of loue ſtyll Of the deayll and loue, loue is the more yll And at begynnyng I may ſay to yow If god had ſene as much as I ſay now Loue had ben Lucyfer and doubt ye no whyt But experyens nowe hath taught god ſuch wyt That if ought come at Lucyfer other then good To whyp ſoules on the brech loue ſhalbe the blood And ſewer he is one that can not lyue long For aged folke ye wot well can not be ſtrong And an other thyng his phiſicyou doth ges That he is infecte with the blak iawndes No ferther then ye be enfecte with folye For in all theſe wordes no worde can I eſpye Such as for your parte any profe auoucheth For profe of my parte, no but it toucheth The dyſprofe of yours for where you alledged your parte aboue myne to be compared By pleaſures in which your dyſpleaſures are ſuch That ye eate, drynke, nor ſlepe, or at moſt not much In lacke wherof my tale proueth playnly Eche parte of your pleaſure a turmentry wherby your good loue I haue proued ſo euyll That loue is apparauntly wors then the deuyll And as touchyng my parte there can aryſe No maner dyſpleaſures nor tormentryes In that I loue not, nor am not loued I moue no dyſpleaſures nor none to me moued But all dyſpleaſures of loue fro me abſent By abſens wherof I quyetly content