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 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
So sweet a kiss the golden Sun gives not, To those fresh morning drops upon the Rose, As thy eye beams, when their fresh raise have smote. The night of dew that on my cheeks down flows. Nor shines the silver Moon one half so bright, Through the transparent bosom of the deep, As doth thy face through tears of mine give light: Thou shinst in every tear that I do weep, No drop but as a Coach doth carry thee: So ride thou triumphing in my wo. Do but behold the tears that swell in me, And they thy glory through my grief will show: But do not love thyself, than thou will keep My tears for glasses, and still make me weep. O Queen of queens, how far dost thou excel, No thought can think, nor tongue of mortal tell. How shall she know my griefs? I'll drop the pader. Sweet leaves shade folly. Who is he comes here? What Longavill, and reading: listen ear. Now in thy likeness, one more fool appear. Ay me! I am forsworn. Why he comes in like a perjure, wearing papers. In love I hope, sweet fellowship in shame. One drunkard loves an other of the name. Am I the first that have been perjured so? I could put thee in comfort, not by two that I know, Thou makest the triumpherie, the corner cap of society, The shape of Loves Tyburn, that hangs up Simplicity. I fear these stubborn lines lack power to move. O sweet Maria, Empress of my Love, These numbers will I tear, and write in prose. O Rhymes are guards on wanton Cupid's hose, Disfigure not his Shop. This same shall go. I Did not the heavenly Rhetoric of thine eye, 'Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument, Persuade my heart to this false perjury? Vows for thee broke deserve not punishment. A Woman I forswore, but I will prove, Thou being a Goddess, I forswore not thee. My Vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love. Thy grace being gained, cures all disgrace in me. Vows are but breath, and breathe a vapour is. Then thou fair Sun, which on my earth dost shine, Exhalst this vapour-vow in thee it is: If broken then, it is no fault of mine: If by me broke, What fool is not so wise, To lose an oath, to win a paradise? This is the liver vein, which makes flesh a deity. A green Goose, a Goddess, pure pure ydotarie. God amend us, God amend, we are much out a th' way. By whom shall I send this (company?) Stay. All hid, all hid, an old infant play, Like a demie God, here sit I in the sky, And wretched fools secrets heedfully o'er eye. More Sacks to the mill. O heavens I have my wish, Dumain transformed, four Woodcocks in a dish. O most divine Kate. O most profane coxcomb. By heaven the wonder in a mortal eye.
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So ſweete a kiſſe the golden Sunne giues not, To thoſe freſh morning dropps vpon the Roſe, As thy eye beames, when their freſh rayſe haue ſmot. The night of dew that on my cheekes downe flowes. Nor ſhines the ſiluer Moone one halfe ſo bright, Through the tranſparent boſome of the deepe, As doth thy face through teares of mine giue light: Thou ſhinſt in euerie teare that I do weepe, No drop but as a Coach doth carrie thee: So rideſt thou triumphing in my wo. Do but beholde the teares that ſwell in me, And they thy glorie through my griefe will ſhow: But do not loue thy ſelfe, then thou will keepe My teares for glaſſes, and ſtill make me weepe. O Queene of queenes, how farre dooſt thou excell, No thought can thinke, nor tongue of mortall tell. How ſhall ſhe know my griefes? Ile drop the pader. Sweete leaues ſhade follie. Who is he comes heere? What Longauill, and reading: liſten eare. Now in thy likeneſſe, one more foole appeare. Ay mee! I am forſworne. Why he comes in like a periure, wearing papers. In loue I hope, ſweete fellowſhip in ſhame. One drunkard loues an other of the name. Am I the firſt that haue been periurd ſo? I could put thee in comfort, not by two that I know, Thou makeſt the triumpherie, the corner cap of ſocietie, The ſhape of Loues Tiburne, that hanges vp Simplicitie. I feare theſe ſtubborne lines lacke power to moue. O ſweete Maria, Empreſſe of my Loue, Theſe numbers will I teare, and write in proſe. O Rimes are gardes on wanton Cupids hoſe, Disfigure not his Shop. This ſame ſhall go. I Did not the heauenly Rethorique of thine eye, Gainſt whom the world cannot holde argument, Perſwade my hart to this falſe periurie? Vowes for thee broke deſerue not puniſhment. A Woman I forſwore, but I will proue, Thou being a Goddeſſe, I forſwore not thee. My Vow was earthly, thou a heauenly Loue. Thy grace being gainde, cures all diſgrace in mee. Vowes are but breath, and breath a vapoure is. Then thou faire Sunne, which on my earth dooſt ſhine, Exhalſt this vapour-vow in thee it is: If broken then, it is no fault of mine: If by mee broke, What foole is not ſo wiſe, To looſe an oth, to winn a Parradiſe? This is the lyuer veine, which makes fleſh a deitie. A greene Gooſe, a Goddeſſe, pure pure ydotarie. God amende vs, God amende, we are much out a th' way. By whom ſhall I ſend this (companie?) Stay. All hid, all hid, an olde infant play, Like a demie God, here ſit I in the ſkie, And wretched fooles ſecrets heedfully ore ey. More Sacks to the myll. O heauens I haue my wyſh, Dumaine transformed, foure Woodcocks in a dyſh. O moſt deuine Kate. O moſt prophane coxcombe. By heauen the woonder in a mortall eye.