Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1595 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.76 · 487 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Above their functions and their offices. It adds a precious seeing to the eye: A Lover's eyes will gaze an Eagle blind. A Lover's ear will hear the lowest sound. When the suspicious head of theft is stopped. Love's feeling is more soft and sensible, Then are the tender horns of Cockled Snails. Love's tongue proves dainty, Bacchus gross in taste, For Valour, is not Love a Hercules? Still climbing trees in the Hesporides. Subtle as Sphinx, as sweet and musical, As bright Apollo's Lute, strung with his hair. And when Love speaks, the voice of all the Gods, Make heaven drowsy with the harmony. Never durst Poet touch a pen to write, Until his Ink were tempered with Love's sighs: O than his lines would ravish savage ears, And plant in Tyrants mild humility. From women's eyes this doctrine I derive. They sparkle still the right promethean fire, They are the Books, the Arts, the Achademes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world. Else none at all in aught proves excellent. Then fools you were these women to forswear: Or keeping what is sworn, you will prove fools, For Wisdom's sake, a word that all men love: Or for Love's sake, a word that loves all men. Or for men's sake, the author of these Women: Or women's sake, by whom we men are Men. Let's once lose our oaths to find ourselves, Or else we lose ourselves, to keep our oaths: It is religion to be thus forsworn. For Charity itself fulfils the Law: And who can sever love from Charity. Saint Cupid then, and Soldiers to the field. Advance your standards, & upon them Lords. Pell, mell, down with them: but be first advised, In conflict that you get the Sun of them. Now to plain dealing, Lay these glozes by, Shall we resolve to woe these girls of France? And win them too, therefore let us device, Some entertainment for them in their Tents. First from the Park let us conduct them thither, Then homeward every man attach the hand Of his fair Mistress, in the afternoon We will with some strange pastime solace them: Such as the shortness of the time can shape, For Revels, Dances, Masks, and merry hours, Forerun fair Love, strewing her way with flowers. Away, away, no time shall be omitted, That will be time, and may by us be fitted. Alone, alone sowed Cockle, reaped no Corn, And justice always whirls in equal measure: Light Wenches may prove plagues to men forsworn, If so, our Copper buys no better treasure. Satis quid sufficit. I praise God for you sir, your reasons at dinner have been sharp & sententious: pleasant without scurrility, witty without affection, audacious without impudence, learned without opinion, and strange without heresy: I did converse this quondam day with a companion of the Kings, who is entitled, nominated, or called, Don Adriano de Armatho.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1264–1320 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 26 of 42 in this edition
Length
487 words · 669 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T4 — Love-longing and the lover's complaintcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.763 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T2 · seed 44: T3 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Aboue their functions and their offices. It addes a precious ſeeing to the eye: A Louers eyes will gaze an Eagle blinde. A Louers eare will heare the loweſt ſound. When the ſuſpicious head of theft is ſtopt. Loues feeling is more ſoft and ſenſible, Then are the tender hornes of Cockled Snayles. Loues tongue proues dainty, Bachus groſſe in taſte, For Valour, is not Loue a Hercules? Still climing trees in the Heſporides. Subtill as Sphinx, as ſweet and muſicall, As bright Apollo's Lute, ſtrung with his haire. And when Loue ſpeakes, the voyce of all the Gods, Make heauen drowſie with the harmonie. Neuer durſt Poet touch a pen to write, Vntill his Inke were tempred with Loues ſighes: O then his lines would rauiſh ſauage eares, And plant in Tyrants milde humilitie. From womens eyes this doctrine I deriue. They ſparcle ſtill the right promethean fire, They are the Bookes, the Arts, the Achademes, That ſhew, containe, and nouriſh all the world. Elſe none at all in ought proues excellent. Then fooles you were theſe women to forſweare: Or keeping what is ſworne, you will proue fooles, For Wiſedomes ſake, a word that all men loue: Or for Loues ſake, a word that loues all men. Or for Mens ſake, the author of theſe Women: Or Womens ſake, by whom we men are Men. Let's once looſe our oathes to finde our ſelues, Or elſe we looſe our ſelues, to keepe our oathes▪ It is religion to be thus forſworne. For Charity it ſelfe fulfills the Law: And who can ſeuer loue from Charity. Saint Cupid then, and Souldiers to the field. Aduance your ſtandards, & vpon them Lords. Pell, mell, downe with them: but be firſt aduis'd, In conflict that you get the Sunne of them. Now to plaine dealing, Lay theſe glozes by, Shall we reſolue to woe theſe girles of France? And winne them too, therefore let vs deuiſe, Some entertainment for them in their Tents. Firſt from the Park let vs conduct them thither, Then homeward euery man attach the hand Of his faire Miſtreſſe, in the afternoone We will with ſome ſtrange paſtime ſolace them: Such as the ſhortneſſe of the time can ſhape, For Reuels, Dances, Maskes, and merry houres, Fore-runne faire Loue, ſtrewing her way with flowres. Away, away, no time ſhall be omitted, That will be time, and may by vs be fitted. Alone, alone ſowed Cockell, reap'd no Corne, And Iuſtice alwaies whirles in equall meaſure: Light Wenches may proue plagues to men forſworne, If ſo, our Copper buyes no better treaſure. Satis quid ſufficit. I praiſe God for you ſir, your reaſons at dinner haue beene ſharpe & ſententious: pleaſant without ſcurrillity, witty without affection, audacious without impudency, learned without opinion, and ſtrange without hereſie: I did conuerſe this quondam day with a companion of the Kings, who is intituled, nominated, or called, Don Adriano de Armatho.