Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1595 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 495 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.
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 shinest in every tear that I do weep, No drop, but as a Coach doth carry thee: So ride thou triumphing in my woe. 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 wilt 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 paper. 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 another 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 triumvirate, 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. 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 breath a vapour is. Then thou fair Sun, which on my earth dost shine, Exhalest 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 Coddesse, pure pure Idolatry. God amend us, God amend, we are much out o' 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 fool's secrets heedfully ore-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 of a mortal eye.
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)
So ſweete a kiſſe the golden Sunne giues not, To thoſe freſh morning drops 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 ſhin'ſt in euery teare that I doe weepe, No drop, but as a Coach doth carry thee: So rideſt thou triumphing in my woe. Do but behold the teares that ſwell in me, And they thy glory through my griefe will ſhow: But doe not loue thy ſelfe, then thou wilt keepe My teares for glaſſes, and ſtill make me weepe. O Queene of Queenes, how farre doſt thou excell, No thought can thinke, nor tongue of mortall tell. How ſhall ſhe know my griefes? Ile drop the paper. Sweet leaues ſhade folly. Who is he comes heere? What Longauill, and reading: liſten eare. Now in thy likeneſſe, one more foole appeare. Ay me, I am forſworne. Why he comes in like a periure, wearing papers. In loue I hope, ſweet fellowſhip in ſhame. One drunkard loues another of the name. Am I the firſt yt haue been periur'd ſo? I could put thee in comfort, not by two that I know, Thou makeſt the triumphery, the corner cap of ſocietie, The ſhape of Loues Tiburne, that hangs vp ſimplicitie. I feare theſe ſtubborn lines lack power to moue. O ſweet Maria, Empreſſe of my Loue, Theſe numbers will I teare, and write in proſe. O Rimes are gards on wanton Cupids hoſe, Disfigure not his Shop. This ſame ſhall goe. Did not the heauenly Rhetoricke of thine eye, 'Gainſt whom the world cannot hold argument, Perſwade my heart 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 gain'd, cures all diſgrace in me. Vowes are but breath; and breath a vapour is. Then thou faire Sun, which on my earth doeſt ſhine, Exhalest this vapor-vow, in thee it is: If broken then, it is no fault of mine: If by me broke, What foole is not ſo wiſe, To looſe an oath, to win a Paradiſe? This is the liuer veine, which makes fleſh a deity. A greene Gooſe, a Coddeſſe, pure pure Idolatry. God amend vs, God amend, we are much out o' 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 skie, And wretched fooles ſecrets heedfully ore-eye. More Sacks to the myll. O heauens I haue my wiſh, Dumaine transform'd, foure Woodcocks in a diſh. O moſt diuine Kate. O moſt prophane coxcombe. By heauen the wonder of a mortall eye.