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 · 453 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Sir where ye said and think ye have said well That my joy, by love shall bring death in sequel In that by the same in manner I disdain Food and sleep, this proverb answereth you plain Look not on the meat, but look on the man Now look ye on me and say what ye can Nay for a time love may puff up a thing But lacking food and sleep death is the ending well sir till such time as death approve it This part of your tale may sleep every whit And where ye by absent displeasure would Match with my present pleasure ye seem more bold Than wise, for those twain be far different sewer Is not absens of displeasure a pleasure yes in like rate as a post is pleased which as by no mean it can be diseased By displeasure present so is it true That no pleasure present in it can ensue Pleasures or displeasures feeling sensibly A post ye know well can not feel possibly And as a post in this case I take you Concerning the effect of pleasure in hand now For any feeling ye in pleasure endure More than ye say ye feel in displeasure Sir though the effect of your pleasure present Be more pleasant than displeasure absent yet how compare ye with mine absent pain By present displeasures in which ye remain My present displeasures I know none such Know ye no pain by love little nor much No. Then shall I show such a thing in this purse As shortly shall show herein your part the worse Now I pray god the devil in hell blind me By the mass I have left my book behind me I beseech our lord I never go hens If I would not rather have spent forty pens But sins it is thus I must go fetch it I will not tarry, a sir the devil stretch it Farewell dawcock Farewell woodcock He is gone Gone ye but he will come again anon Nay this night he will no more disease you give judgement hardly even when it please you which done sith he is gone myself straight shall Ryghtously between you give judgement final But lord what a face this fool hath set here Till shame defaced his folly so clear That shame hath shamefully in sight of you all with shame driven him hens to his shameful fall wherein all though I nought gain by winning That aught may augment my pleasure in loving yet shall I win thereby a pleasure to see That ye all shall see the matter pas with me what though the profit may lightly be lodyn
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Syr where ye ſayd and thynke ye haue ſayd wel That my ioy by loue ſhall bryng deth in ſequell In that by the ſame in maner I dyſdayne Fode and ſlepe, this prouerbe anſwereth you playne Loke not on the meat, but loke on the man Nowe loke ye on me and ſay what ye can Nay for a tyme loue may puffe vp a thynge But lackyng fode and ſlepe deth is the endyng well ſyr tyll ſuch tyme as deth approue it This part of your tale may ſlepe euery whyt And where ye by abſent dyſpleaſure wolde Match with my preſent pleaſure ye ſeme more bolde Then wyſe, for thoſe twayne be farre dyfferent ſewer Is not abſens of dyſpleaſure a pleaſure yes in lyke rate as a poſt is pleaſed which as by no meane it can be dyſeaſed By dyſpleaſure preſent ſo is it trew That no pleaſure preſent in it can enſew Pleaſures or dyſpleaſures felyng ſenſybly A poſt ye knowe well can not fele poſſybly And as a poſt in this caſe I take you Concernynge the effecte of pleaſure in hande now For any felyng ye in pleaſue indure More then ye ſay ye fele in dyſpleaſure Syr though the effecte of your pleaſure preſent Be more pleaſaunt then dyſpleaſure abſent yet howe compare ye with myne abſent payne By preſent dyſpleaſures in which ye remayne My preſent dyſpleaſures I knowe none ſuch Knowe ye no payne by loue lytell nor much No. Then ſhall I ſhewe ſuch a thyng in this purs As ſhortly ſhall ſhewe herein your parte the wurs Nowe I pray god the deuyll in hell blynde me By the maſſe I haue lefte my boke behynde me I beſeche our lorde I neuer go hens If I wolde not rather haue ſpent forty pens But ſyns it is thus I muſt go fetch it I wyll not tary, a ſyr the deuyll ſtretch it Farewell dawcock Farewell woodcock He is gone Gone ye but he wyll come agayne anone Nay this nyght he wyll no more dyſſeaſe you Gyue iudgement hardely euen whan it pleaſe you which done ſyth he is gone my ſelfe ſtreyght ſhall Ryghtouſly betwene you gyue iudgement fynall But lorde what a face this fole hath ſet here Tyll ſhame defaced his foly ſo clere That ſhame hath ſhamfully in ſyght of you all with ſhame dryuen hym hens to his ſhamefull fall wherin all though I nought gayne by wynnyng That ought may augment my pleaſure in louyng yet ſhall I wyn therby a pleaſure to ſee That ye all ſhall ſee the mater pas with me what though the profyte may lyghtly be lodyn