Jonson, Ben · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Blessed, Divine, Unblemished, Sacred, Pure, Glorious, Immortal, and indeed Immense; O that I had a world of Attributes, To lend or add to this high Majesty: Never till now did Object greet mine eyes With any light Content: but in her Graces All my malicious Powers have lost their stings: Envy is fled my Soul at sight of her, And she hath chased all black thoughts from my bosom, Like as the Sun doth darkness from the world. My stream of Humour is run out of me: And as our cities Torrent (bent t'infect The hallowed bowels of the silver Thames) Is checked by strength and clearness of the River, Till it hath spent itself e'en at the shore; So in the ample and unmeasured Flood Of her Perfections, are my Passions drowned: And I have now a Spirit as sweet and clear, As the most rarefied and subtle Air; With which, and with a heart as pure as Fire, (Yet humble as the Earth) do I implore, O Heaven: that She (whose Figure hath effected This change in me) may never suffer Change In her Admired and happy Government: May still this Island be called Fortunate, And Rugged Treason tremble at the sound When Fame shall speak it with an Emphasis. Let foreign Policy be dull as Lead, And pale Invasion come with half a heart When he but looks upon her blessed Soil: The Throat of War be stopped within her Land, And Turtle-footed Peace dance fairy Rings About her Court; where never may there come Suspect or Danger, but all Trust and Safety: Let Flattery be dumb, and Envy blind In her dread Presence: Death himself admire her: And may her Virtues make him to forget The use of his inevitable hand. Fly from her Age; Sleep Time before her Throne, Our strongest wall falls down when she is gone. How now Sirs? how like you it? hast not bentedious? Nay, we ha' done censuring, now. Yes faith. How so? Mary because we'll imitate your Actors, and be out of our Humours. Besides, here are those (round about you) of more ability in Censure than we, whose judgements can give it a more satisfying Allowance: we'll refer you to them. I? is't e'en so? Well, Gentlemen, I should have gone in, and returned to you as I was Asper at the first: but (by reason the Shift would have been somewhat long, and we are loath to draw your Patience any farther) we'll entreat you to imagine it. And now (that you may see I will be out of Humour for company) I stand wholly to your kind Approbation, and (indeed) am nothing so peremptory as I was in the beginning: Mary I will not do as Plautus in his Amphitryo for all this (Summi iovis causa, Plaudite:) beg a Plaudite for God's sake; but if you (out of the Bounty of your good liking) will bestow it; why, you may (in time) make lean Macilente as fat as Sir Iohn Falstaff.
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Blessed, Diuine, Vnblemisht, Sacred, Pure, Glorious, Immortall, and indeed Immense; O that I had a world of Attributes, To lend or adde to this high Maiestie: Neuer till now did Obiect greet mine eyes VVith any light Content: but in her Graces All my malitious Powers haue lost their stings: Enuie is fled my Soule at sight of her, And shee hath chac'd all blacke thoughts from my bosome, Like as the Sunne doth darkenesse from the world. My streame of Humor is runne out of me: And as our Citties Torrent (bent t'infect The hallow'd bowels of the siluer Thames) Is checkt by strength and clearenesse of the Riuer, Till it hath spent it selfe e'ene at the shore; So in the ample and vnmeasur'd Flood Of her Perfections, are my Passions drown'd: And I haue now a Spirit as sweet and cleere, As the most rarefi'd and subtile Aire; VVith which, and with a heart as pure as Fire, (Yet humble as the Earth) doe I implore, O Heauen: that Shee (whose Figure hath effected This change in me) may neuer suffer Change In her Admir'd and happie Gouernment: May still this Iland be call'd Fortunate, And Rugged Treason tremble at the sound VVhen Fame shall speake it with an Emphasis. Let forraine Pollicie be dull as Lead, And pale Inuasion come with halfe a heart VVhen he but lookes vpon her blessed Soile: The Throat of Warre be stopt within her Land, And Turtle-footed Peace daunce fairie Rings About her Court; where neuer may there come Suspect or Daunger, but all Trust and Safetie: Let Flatterie be dumbe, and Enuie blind In her dread Presence: Death himselfe admire her: And may her Vertues make him to forget The vse of his ineuitable hand. Fly from her Age; Sleepe Time before her Throne, Our strongest wall falls downe when shee is gone. How now Sirs? how like you it? has't not bentedious? Nay, we ha' done censuring, now. Yes faith. How so? Mary because wee'le imitate your Actors, and be out of our Humors. Besides, here are those (round about you) of more abilitie in Censure than wee, whose Iudgements can giue it a more satisfying Allowance: wee'le refer you to them. I? is't e'en so? VVel, Gentlemē, I should haue gone in, and return'd to you as I was Asper at the first: but (by reason the Shift would haue been somewhat long, and we are loth to draw your Patience any farder) wee'le intreat you to imagine it. And now (that you may see I will be out of Humor for companie) I stand wholly to your kind Approbation, and (indeed) am nothing so peremptorie as I was in the beginning: Mary I will not doe as Plautus in his Amphitryo for all this (Summi Iouis causa, Plaudite:) begge a Plaudite for Gods sake; but if you (out of the Bountie of your good liking) will bestow it; why, you may (in time) make leane Macilente as fat as Sir Iohn Fallstaffe.