Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1596 [1594-1596] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 466 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
The grey eyed morn smiles on the frowning night, Checkring the Eastern clouds with streaks of light, And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels, From forth days path, and Titan's fiery wheels: Now ere the Sun advance his burning eye, The world to cheer, and nights dark dew to dry We must up fill this oasier Cage of ours, With baleful weeds, and precious ivyced flowers. Oh much is the powerful grace that lies In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities: For nought so vile, that vile on earth doth live, But to the earth some special good doth give: Nor nought so good, but strained from that fair use, Revolts to vice and stumbles on abuse: Virtue itself turns vice being misapplied, And vice sometimes by action dignified. Within the infant rind of this small flower, Poison hath residence, and medicine power: For this being smelled too, with that part cheers each heart, Being tasted slays all senses with the heart. Two such opposed foes in camp them still, In man as well as herbs, grace and rude will, And where the worse is predominant, Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. Good morrow to my Ghostly Confessor. Benedicite, what early tongue so soon saluteth me, Young son it argues a distempered head, So soon to bid good morrow to my bed. Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodgeth, sleep can never lie: But where unbruised youth with unstuffed brains Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep remains: Therefore thy earliness doth me assure, Thou art vprowsed by some distemperature. Or if not so, then here I hit it right Our Romeo hath not been a bed to night. The last was true, the sweeter rest was mine. God pardon sin, wert thou with Rosaline? With Rosaline my Ghostly father no, I have forgot that name, and that names woe. That's my good son: but where hast thou been then? I tell thee ere thou ask it me again, I have been feasting with mine enemy: Where on the sudden one hath wounded me That's by me wounded, both our remedies With in thy help and holy physic lies, I bear no hatred blessed man: for lo My intercession likewise steads my foe. Be plain my son and homely in thy drift, Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift. Then plainly know my hearts dear love is set On the fair daughter of rich Capulet: As mine on hers, so hers likewise on mine, And all combined, save what thou must combine By holy marriage: where, and when, and how, We met, we wooed, and made exchange of vows, I'll tell thee as I pass: But this I pray, That thou consent to marry us to day.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
The gray ey'd morne smiles on the rowning night, Checkring the Easterne clouds with streakes of light, And flecked darkenes like a drunkard reeles, From forth daies path, and Titans fierie wheeles: Now ere the Sunne aduance his burning eye, The world to cheare, and nights darke dew to drie We must vp fill this oasier Cage of ours, With baefull weeds, and precious iuyced flowers. Oh mickle is the powerfull grace that lies In hearbes, plants, stones, and their true qualities: For nought so vile, that vile on earth doth liue, But to the earth some speciall good doth gie: Nor nought so good, but straind from that faire vse, Reuolts to vice nd stumbles on abuse: Vertue it selfe turnes vice being misapplied, And vice sometimes by action dignified. Within the infant rinde of this small flower, Poyson hath residence, and medecine power: For this being smelt too, with that part cheares eh hart, Being tasted slaies all sences with the hart. Two such opposed foes in campe them still, In man as well as herbes, grace and rude will, And where the worser is predominant, Full soone the canker death eats vp that plant. Good morrow to my Ghostly Conessor. Benedicte, what earlie tongue so soone saluteth me, Yong sonne it argues a distempered head, So soone to bid good morrow to my bed. Care keepes his watch in euerie old mans eye, And where care lodgeth, sleep can neuer lie: But where vnbrused youth with vnstut braines Doth couch his limmes, there golden sleepe remaines: Therefore thy earlines doth me assure, Thou art vprows'd by some distemperature. Or if not so, then here I hit it righ Our Romeo hath not bin a bed to night. The last was true, the sweeter rest was mine. God pardon sin, wert thou with Rosaline? With Rosaline my Ghostly father no, I haue forgot that name, and that names woe. Thats my good sonne: but where hast thou bin then? I tell thee ere tho aske it me againe, I haue bin feasting with mine enemie: Where on the sodaine one hath wounded mee Thats by me wounded, both our remedies With in thy help and holy phisicke lies, I beare no hatred blessed man: or loe My intercession likewise steades my oe. Be plaine my sonne and homely in thy drit, Ridling confession findes but ridling shrift. Then plainely know my harts deare loue is set On the faire daughter of rich Capulet: As mine on hers, so hers likewise on mine, And all combind, saue what thou must combine By holy marriage: where, and when, and how, We met, we woo'd, and made exchange of vowes, Il'e tell thee as I pase: But this I pray, That thou consent to marrie vs to day.