Wilson, Robert / Drayton, Michael / Munday, Anthony / Hathaway, Richard · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [Oct 16, payment] (Annals) history · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 492 words
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No matter love, Extremities admit no better choice, And were it not for thee, say froward time, Imposed a greater task, I would esteem it As lightly as the wind that blows upon us, But in thy sufferance I am doubly tasked, Thou wast not wont to have the earth thy stool, Nor the moist dewy grass thy pillow, nor Thy chamber to be the wide horizon, How can it seem a trouble, having you A partner with me, in the worst I feel? No gentle Lord, your presence would give ease To death itself, should he now seize upon me, Behold what my foresight hath undertaken For fear we faint, they are but homely cates. Yet sauced with hunger, they may seem as sweet, As greater dainties we were wont to taste. Praise be to him whose plenty sends both this, And all things else our mortal bodies need, Nor scorn we this poor feeding, nor the state We now are in, for what is it on earth, Nay under heaven, continues at a stay? Ebbs not the sea, when it hath overflown? Flows not darkness when the day is gone? And see we not sometime the eye of heaven, Dimmed with overflying clouds: there's not that work Of careful nature, or of cunning art, (How strong, how beauteous, or how rich it be) But falls in time to ruin: here gentle madam, In this one draft I wash my sorrow down. And I encouraged with your cheerful speech, Will do the like. Pray God poor Harpoole come, If he should fall into the bishop's hands, Or not remember where we bade him meet us, It were the thing of all things else, that now Could breed revolt in this new peace of mind. Fear not my Lord, he's witty to devise, And strong to execute a present shift. That power be still his guide hath guided us, My drowsy eyes wax heavy, early rising, Together with the travel we have had, Make me that I could gladly take a nap, Were I persuaded we might be secure. Let that depend on me, whilst you do sleep, I'll watch that no misfortune happen us, Lay then your head upon my lap sweet Lord, And boldly take your rest. I shall dear wife, Be too much trouble to thee. Urge not that, My duty binds me, and your love commands. I would I had the skill with tuned voice, To draw on sleep with some sweet melody, But imperfection and unaptness too, Are both repugnant, fear inserts the one, The other nature hath denied me use. But what talk I of means to purchase that, Is freely happened? sleep with gentle hand, Hath shut his eyelids, oh victorious labour, How soon thy power can charm the Body's sense? And now thou likewise climb'st unto my brain, Making my heavy temples stoop to thee, Great God of heaven from danger keep us free.
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No matter loue, Extremities admit no better choice, And were it not for thee, say froward time, Imposde a greater taske, I would esteeme it As lightly as the wind that blowes vpon vs, But in thy sufferance I am doubly taskt, Thou wast not wont to haue the earth thy stoole, Nor the moist dewy grasse thy pillow, nor Thy chamber to be the wide horrison, How can it seeme a trouble, hauing you A partner with me, in the worst I feele? No gentle Lord, your presence would giue ease To death it selfe, should he now seaze vpon me, Behold what my foresight hath vndertane For feare we faint, they are but homely cates. Yet saude with hunger, they may seeme as sweete, As greater dainties we were wont to taste. Praise be to him whose plentie sends both this, And all things else our mortall bodies need, Nor scorne we this poore feeding, nor the state We now are in, for what is it on earth, Nay vnder heauen, continues at a stay? Ebbes not the sea, when it hath ouerflowne? Flowes not darknes when the day is gone? And see we not sometime the eie of heauen, Dimmd with ouerflying clowdes: thees not that worke Of carefull nature, or of cunning art, (How strong, how beauteous, or how rich it be) But falls in time to ruine: here gentle Madame, In this one draught I wash my sorrow downe. And I incoragde with your cheerefull speech, Wil do the like. Pray God poore Harpoole come, If he should fall into the Bishops hands, Or not remember where we bade him meete vs, It were the thing of all things else, that now Could breede reuolt in this new peace of mind. Feare not my Lord, hees witty to deuise, And strong to execute a present shift. That power be stil his guide hath guided vs, My drowsie eies waxe heauy, earely rising, Together with the trauell we haue had, Make me that I could gladly take a nap, Were I perswaded we might be secure. Let that depend on me, whilst you do sleepe, Ile watch that no misfortune happen vs, Lay then your head vpon my lap sweete Lord, And boldly take your rest. I shal deare wife, Be too much trouble to thee. Vrge not that, My duty binds me, and your loue commands. I would I had the skil with tuned voyce, To draw on sleep with some sweet melodie, But imperfectoin and vnaptnesse too, Are both repugnant, feare inserts the one, The other nature hath denied me vse. But what talke I of meanes to purchase that, Is freely hapned? sleepe with gentle hand, Hath shut his eie-liddes, oh victorious labour, How soone thy power can charme the bodies sense? And now thou likewise climbst vnto my braine, Making my heauy temples stoupe to thee, Great God of heauen from danger keepe vs free.