Shakespeare, William · published 1598 · first performed or written c.1595 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Me herele, if their Sons be ingenious, they shall want no instruction: If their Daughters be capable, I will put it to them. But Vir sapis qui pauca loquitur, a soul Feminine saluteth us. God give you good morrow M. Person. Master Person, quasi Person? And if one should be pierced, Which is the one? Marry M. Schoolmaster, he that is liklest to a hogshead. Of piercing a Hogshead, a good lustre of conceit in a turph of Earth, Fire enough for a Flint, Pearl enough for a Swine: 'tis pretty, it is well. Good M. Parson be so good as read me this letter, it was given me by Costard, and sent me from 〈◊〉 Armatho: I beseech you read it. Facile precor gellida, quando pecas omnia sub umbra ruminat, and so forth. Ah good old Mantuan, I may speak of thee as the traveller doth of Venice, vemchie, vencha, que non te unde, que non te perreche. Old Mantuan, old Mantuan, Who understandeth thee not, loves thee not, ut re sol la mi fa: Under pardon sir, What are the contents? or rather as Horace says in his, What my soul verses. I sir, and very learned. Let me hear a staff, a stauze, a verse, Lege domine. If Love make me forsworn, how shall I swear to love? Ah never faith could hold, if not to beauty vowed. Though to myself forsworn, to thee I'll faithful prove. Those thoughts to me were Okes, to thee like Osiers bowed Study his by as leaves, and makes his book thine eyes. Where all those pleasures live, that Art would comprehend. If knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall suffice. Well learned is that tongue, that well can thee commend. All ignorant that soul, that sees thee without wonder. Which is to me some praise, that I thy parts admire, Thy eye Ioues lightning bears, thy voice his dreadful thunder Which not to anger bend, is music, and sweet fire. Celestial as thou art, Oh pardon love this woug, That singes heavens praise, with such an earthly tongue. You find not the apostraphas, and so miss the accent. Let me supervise the cangenet. Here are only numbers ratified, but for the elegancy, facility, and golden cadence of poesy caret: Ouiddius Naso was the man. And why in deed Naso, but for smelling out the odoriferous flowers of fancy? the jerks of invention imitarie is nothing: So doth the Hound his master, the Ape his keeper, the tired Horse his rider: But Damosella virgin, Was this directed to you? I sir from one monsieur Berowne, one of the strange Queen's Lords. I will overglaunce the superscript. To the snow white hand of the most beauteous Lady Rosaline. I will look again on the intellect of the letter, for the nomination of the party written to the person written unto. Your Ladyships in all desired employment, Berowne.
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Me herele, yf their Sonnes be ingenous, they ſhal want no inſtruction: If their Daughters be capable, I will put it to them. But Ʋir ſapis qui pauca loquitur, a ſoule Feminine ſaluteth vs. God giue you good morrow M. Perſon. Maiſter Perſon, quaſi Perſon? And if one ſhoulde be perſt, Which is the one? Marrie M. Scholemaſter, he that is likleſt to a hoggshead. Of perſing a Hogshead, a good luſter of conceit in a turph of Earth, Fier enough for a Flint, Pearle enough for a Swine: tis prettie, it is well. Good M. Parſon be ſo good as read me this letter, it was geuen me by Coſtard, and ſent me from Armatho: I beſeech you read it. Facile precor gellida, quando pecas omnia ſub vmbra ruminat, and ſo foorth. Ah good olde Mantuan, I may ſpeake of thee as the traueiler doth of Ʋenice, vemchie, vencha, que non te vnde, que non te perreche. Olde Mantuan, olde Mantuan, Who vnderſtandeth thee not, loues thee not, vt re ſol la mi fa: Vnder pardon ſir, What are the contentes? or rather as Horrace ſayes in his, What my ſoule verſes. I ſir, and very learned. Let me heare a ſtaffe, a ſtauze, a verſe, Lege domine. If Loue make me forſworne, how ſhall I ſweare to loue? Ah neuer fayth could hold, yf not to beautie vowed. Though to my ſelfe forſworne, to thee Ile faythfull proue. Thoſe thoughts to me were Okes, to thee like Oſiers bowed Studie his by as leaues, and makes his booke thine eyes. Where all thoſe pleaſures liue, that Art would comprehend. If knowledge be the marke, to know thee ſhall ſuffiſe. Well learned is that tongue, that well can thee commend. All ignorant that ſoule, that ſees thee without wonder. Which is to mee ſome prayſe, that I thy partes admire, Thy eie Ioues lightning beares, thy voyce his dreadful thūder Which not to anger bent, is muſique, and ſweete fier. Celeſtiall as thou art, Oh pardon loue this woug, That ſinges heauens prayſe, with ſuch an earthly tong. You finde not the apoſtraphas, and ſo miſſe the accent. Let me ſuperuiſe the cangenet. Here are onely numbers ratefied, but for the elegancie, facilitie, and golden cdence of poeſie caret: Ouiddius Naſo was the man. And why in deed Naſo, but for ſmelling out the odoriferous flowers of fancie? the ierkes of inuention imitarie is nothing: So doth the Hound his maiſter, the Ape his keeper, the tyred Horſe his rider: But Damoſella virgin, Was this directed to you? I ſir from one mounſier Berowne, one of the ſtrange Queenes Lordes. I will ouerglaunce the ſuperſcript. To the ſnow hite hand of the moſt bewtious Lady Roſaline. I will looke againe on the intellect of the letter, for the nomination of the partie written to the perſon written vnto. Your Ladiſhips in all deſired imployment, Berowne.