Lyly, John · published 1597 · first performed or written 1593 [1590-1595] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (first) · before the Court unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Mine eyes? then govern thou my daylight car. My cheeks? then Cupid be at thy command. My tongue? thou pretty parrot speak a while, My forehead? then fair Cynthia shine by night, What foul contempt is this you Planets use, Against the glory of my words and work? It was my will, and that shall stand for law, And she is framed to darken all your prides. Ordained not I your motions, and yourselves? And dare you check the author of your lives? Were not your lights contrived in Nature's shop? But I have means to end what I begun. And make Death triumph in your lives decay: If thus you cross the meed of my deserts, Be sure I will dissolve your harmony, When once you touch the fixed period: meanwhile I leave my worthy workmanship Here to obscure the pride of your disdain. Then in revenge of Nature and her work, Let us conclude to show our Empery: And bend our forces 'gainst this earthly star. Each one in course shall signorize awhile, That she may feel the influence of her beams, And rue that she was formed in our despite: My turn is first, and Saturn will begin. And I'll begin where Saturn makes an end, And when I end, then Mars shall tyrannize, And after Mars then Sol shall marshal her. And after Sol each other in his course: Come let us go, that Saturn may begin. I shall instill such melancholy mood, As by corrupting of her purest blood, Shall first with sullen sorrows cloud her brain, And then surround her heart with froward care: She shallbe sick with passions of the heart, self-willed, and tongue-tied, but full fraught with tears. Gracious Pandora: Nature thy good friend Hath sent Gunophilus to wait on thee, For honours due that appertains her will, And for the graces of thy lovely self, Gunophilus will serve in humble sort, And is resolved to live and die with thee. If Nature wild, then do attend on me, But little service have I to command, If I myself might choose my kind of life, Nor thou, nor any else should stay with me, I find myself unfit for company. How so fair Mistress in your flowering youth, When pleasures joy should sit in every thought? avaunt sir sauce, play you the Questionest? What's that to thee, if I be sick or sad? Either demean thyself in better sort, Or get thee hence and serve some other where. A sour beginning: but no remedy, Nature hath bound me, and I must obey: I see that servants must have Merchants ears, To bear the blast and brunt of every wind. What throbs are these that labour in my breast? What swelling clouds, that overcast my brain? I burst, unless by tears they turn to rain. I grudge and grieve, but know not well whereat: And rather choose to weep then speak my mind, For fretful sorrow captivates my tongue.
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Mine eyes? then gouerne thou my daylight carre. My cheekes? then Cupid be at thy commaund. My tongue? thou pretty Parrat speake a while, My forehead? then faire Cynthia shine by night, VVhat foule contempt is this you Planets vse▪ Against the glory of my words and worke? It was my will, and that shall stand for lawe, And she is framd to darken all your prides. Ordeynd not I your motions, and your selues? And dare you check the author of your liues? VVere not your lights contriude in Natures shop? But I haue meanes to end what I begun. And make Death triumphe in your liues decay: If thus you crosse the meede of my deserts, Be sure I will dissolue your harmonie, VVhen once you touche the fixed period: Meane while I leaue my worthy workmanship▪ Here to obscure the pride of your disdaine. Then in reuenge of Nature and her worke, Let vs conclude to shew our Emperie: And bend our forces gainst this earthly starre. Each one in course shall signorize awhile, That she may feele the influence of her beames, And rue that she was formde in our dispight: My turne is first, and Saturne will begin. And Ile begin where Saturne makes an end, And when I end, then Mars shall tyrrannize, And after Mars then Sol shall marshall her. And after Sol each other in his course: Come let vs go, that Saturne may begin. I shall instill such melancholy moode, As by corrupting of her purest bloud, Shall first with sullen sorrowes clowde her braine, And then surround her heart with froward care: She shalbe sick with passions of the hart, Selfwild, and toungtide, but full fraught with teares▪ Gratious Pandora: Nature thy good friend Hath sent Gunophilus to waite on thee, For honors due that appertaines her will, And for the graces of thy louely selfe, Gunophilus will serue in humble sorte, And is resolud to liue and die with thee. If Nature wild, then do attend on me, But little seruice haue I to commaund, If I my selfe might choose my kinde of life, Nor thou, nor any else should stay vvith me, I finde my selfe vnfit for company. Hovv so faire Mistres in your flouring youth, VVhen pleasures ioy should sit in euery thought? Auaunt sir sawce, play you the Questionest? VVhats that to thee, if I be sick or sad? Eyther demeane thy selfe in better sort, Or get thee hence and serue some other where. A sowre beginning: but no remedy, Nature hath bound me, and I must obey: I see that seruants must haue Marchants eares, To beare the blast and brunt of euery winde. VVhat throbs are these that labour in my brest? VVhat swelling clouds, that ouercast my braine? I burst, vnlesse by teares they turne to raine. I grudge and grieue, but know not well whereat: And rather choose to weepe then speake my minde, For fretfull sorrow captiuates my tongue.