Dekker, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [Nov 9-30, payment] (Annals) romance · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 481 words
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ARe you then traveling to the temple of Eliza? even to her temple are my feeble limbs traveling. Some call her Pandora: some Gloriana, some Cynthia: some Delphaebe, some Astraea: all by several names to express several loves: Yet all those names make but one celestial body, as all those loves meet to create but one soul. I am one of her own country, and we adore her by the name of Eliza. Blessed name, happy country: Your Eliza makes your land Elysium: but what do you offer? That which all true Subjects should: when I was young, an Armed hand; now I am crooked, an upright heart: But what offer you? That which all strangers do: two eyes struck blind with admiration: Two lips (proud to sound her glory:) Two hands held up full of prayers and praises: What not, that may express love? what not, that may make her beloved? How long be't since you last beheld her? A just year: yet that year hath seemed to me but one day, because her glory hath been my hourly contemplation, and yet that year hath seemed to me more than twice seven years, because so long I have been absent from her. Come therefore, good father, let's go faster, lest we come too late: for see, the Tapers of the night are already lighted, and stand brightly burning in their starry Candlesticks: See how gloriously the Moon shines upon us. Peace fool: tremble, and kneel: The Moon sayst thou? Our eyes are dazzled by Eliza's beams, See (if at least thou dare see) where she sits: This is the great Pantheon of our Goddess, And all those faces which thine eyes thought stars, Are Nymphs attending on her deity. Prithee begin, for I want power to speak. No, no, speak thou, I want words to begin. Alack what shall I do? com'st thou with me, And weepst now thou beholdest this Majesty? Great landlady of hearts, pardon me. Blame not mine eyes, good father, in these tears. My pure love shines, as thine doth in thy fears: I weep for joy to see so many heads Of prudent Ladies, clothed in the livery Of silver-handed age, for serving you, Whilst in your eyes youths glory doth renew: I weep for joy to see the Sun look old, To see the Moon mad at her often change, To see the Stars only by night to shine, Whilst you are still bright, still one, still divine: I weep for joy to see the world decay, Yet see Eliza flourishing like May: O pardon me your Pilgrim, I have measured Many a mile to find you: and have brought, Old Fortunatus and his family, With other Cipnots (my poor country men) To pay a whole years tribute: O vouchsafe, Dread Queen of Fairies, with your gracious eyes, T'accept theirs and our humble sacrifice.
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ARe you then trauelling to the temple of Eliza? Euen to her temple are my feeble limmes trauelling. Some cal her Pandora: some Gloriana, some Cynthia: some Delphaebe, some Astraea: all by seuerall names to expresse seuerall loues: Yet all those names make but one celestiall body, as all those loues meete to create but one soule. I am one of her owne countrie, and we adore her by the name of Eliza. Blessed name, happie countrie: Your Eliza makes your land Elizium: but what doe you offer? That which all true Subiects should: when I was young, an Armed hand; now I am crooked, an vpright heart: But what offer you? That which all straungers doe: two eyes strucke blinde with admiration: Two lips (proud to sound her glorie:) Two hands held vp full of prayers and praises: What not, that may expresse loue? what not, that may make her beloued? How long ist since you last beheld her? A iust yeere: yet that yeere hath seemd to me but one day, because her glorie hath beene my howrely contemplation, and yet that yeere hath seemd to me more then twice seuen yeres, because so long I haue beene absent from her. Come therefore, good father, lets goe faster, least we come too late: for see, the Tapers of the night are already lighted, and stand brightly burning in their starrie Candlestickes: See howe gloriouslly the Moone shines vpon vs. Peace foole: tremble, and kneele: The Moone saist thou? Our eyes are dazled by Elizaes beames, See (if at least thou dare see) where shee sits: This is the great Panthaeon of our Goddesse, And all those faces which thine eyes thought starres, Are Nymphes attending on her deitie. Prithee begin, for I want power to speake. No, no, speake thou, I want words to begin. Alacke what shall I doe? com'st thou with me, And weepst now thou beholdst this Maiestie? Great land-lady of hearts, pardon me. Blame not mine eyes, good father, in these teares. My pure loue shines, as thine doth in thy feares: I weepe for ioy to see so many heads Of prudent Ladies, clothed in the liuerie Of siluer-handed age, for seruing you, Whilst in your eyes youthes glory doth renue: I weepe for ioy to see the Sunne looke old, To see the Moone mad at her often change, To see the Starres onely by night to shine, Whilst you are still bright, still one, still diuine: I weepe for ioy to see the world decay, Yet see Eliza flourishing like May: O pardon me your Pilgrim, I haue measurd Many a mile to find you: and haue brought, Old Fortunatus and his family, With other Cipnots (my poore countrie men) To pay a whole yeeres tribute: O vouchsafe, Dread Queene of Fayries, with your gracious eyes, T'accept theirs and our humble sacrifice.