Lyly, John · published 1597 · first performed or written 1593 [1590-1595] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (first) · before the Court unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
See where she sits, in whom we must delight, Beware she sleeps: no noise for waking her. asleep? why see how her alluring eyes, With open looks do glance on every side. O eyes more fair than is the morning star. Nature herself is not so lovely fair. Let us with reverence kiss her Lily hands, And by deserts in service win her love. Sweet Dame, if Stesias may content thine eye, Command my Neat, my flock, and tender Kids: Whereof great store do overspread our plains, Grant me sweet Mistress but to kiss thy hand. No Stesias no, Learchus is the man: Thou mirror of Dame Nature's cunning work, Let me but hold thee by that sacred hand, And I shall make thee our Utopian Queen, And set a guilded chaplet on thy head, That Nymphs and Satyrs may admire thy pomp. These twain and I have fortunes all alike. Sweet Nature's pride, let me but see thy hand, And servant like, shall Melos wait on thee: And bear thy train: as in the glorious heavens, Perseus supports his love Andromeda: Whose thirty stars, whether they rise or fall. He falls or riseth, hanging at her heels. O then to bless the love of Iphicles, Whose heart doth hold thee dearer than himself? Do but behold me with a loving look, And I will lead thee in our solemn dance, Teaching thee tunes, and pleasant lays of love. No kiss? nor touch? nor friendly look? What churlish influence deprives her mind? For Nature said, that she was innocent, And fully fraught with virtuous qualities: But speak sweet love: thou canst not speak but well. She is not tongue tied, that I know by proof. Speak once Pandora to thy loving friends. Rude knaves, what mean you thus to trouble me? She spoke to you my masters, I am none of your company. Alas she weeping sounds: Gunophilus O help to rear thy Mistress from the ground. This is the very passion of the heart, And melancholy is the ground thereof. O then to sift that humour from her heart, Let us with roundelays delight her ear: For I have heard that Music is a mean, To calm the rage of melancholy mood. What songs? what pipes? & fiddling have we here? Will you not suffer me to take my rest? What shall we do to vanquish her disease? The death of that were life to our desires: But let us go, we must not leave her thus. Saturn hath laid foundation to the rest: Whereon to build the ruin of this dame: And spot her innocence with vicious thoughts, My turn is past, and Iupiter is next. A Ioue principium, sunt & iovis omnia plena. Now Iupiter shall rule Pandora's thoughts, And fill her with Ambition and Disdain: I will enforce my influence to the worst, Least other Planets blame my regiment.
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See where she sits, in whom we must delight, Beware she sleepes: no noyse for waking her. A sleepe? why see how her alluring eyes, VVith open lookes do glaunce on euery side. O eyes more fayre then is the morning starre. Nature her selfe is not so louely fayre. Let vs with reuerence kisse her Lillie hands, And by deserts in seruice win her loue. Sweete Dame, if Stesias may content thine eye, Commaund my Neate, my flock, and tender Kids: VVhereof great store do ouerspred our plaines, Graunt me sweet Mistresse but to kisse thy hand. No Stesias no, Learchus is the man: Thou myrror of Dame Natures cunning worke, Let me but hold thee by that sacred hand▪ And I shall make thee our Utopian Queene, And set a guilded Chapplet on thy head, That Nymphes and Satyrs may admyre thy pompe. These twaine and I haue fortunes all alyke. Sweet Natures pride, let me but see thy hand, And seruant lyke, shall Melos waite on thee: And beare thy traine: as in the glorious heauens, Perseus supports his loue Andromeda: VVhose thirty starres, whether they rise or fall. He falles or ryseth, hanging at her heeles. O then to blesse the loue of Iphicles, VVhose heart dooth hold thee deerer then himselfe▪ Do but behold me with a louing looke, And I will leade thee in our sollemne daunce, Teaching thee tunes, and pleasant layes of loue. No kisse? nor touche? nor friendly looke? VVhat churlish influence depriues her minde? For Nature sayd, that she was innocent, And fully fraught with vertuous qualities: But speake sweete loue: thou canst not speake but well. She is not tongue tyde, that I know by proofe. Speake once Pandora to thy louing friends. Rude knaues, what meane you thus to trouble me? She spake to you my maisters, I am none of your company. Alas she weeping sounds: Gunophilus O helpe to reare thy Mistresse from the ground. This is the very passion of the heart, And melancholy is the ground thereof. O then to sift that humor from her heart, Let vs with Rundelayes delight her eare: For I haue heard that Musick is a meane, To calme the rage of melancholy moode. What songs? what pipes? & fidling haue we here? VVill you not suffer me to take my rest? VVhat shal we do to vanquish her disease? The death of that were life to our desires: But let vs go, we must not leaue her thus. Saturne hath layd foundation to the rest: VVhereon to build the ruine of this dame: And spot her innocence with vicious thoughts, My turne is past, and Iupiter is next. A Ioue principium, sunt & Iouis omnia plena. Now Iupiter shall rule Pandoraes thoughts, And fill her with Ambition and Disdaine: I will inforce my influence to the worst, Least other Planets blame my regiment.