Il Pastor Fido, or The Faithful Shepherd · chunk 13 of 71
Dymoke, Tailboys / Guarini, Giovanni Battista · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) pastoral unassigned nearest T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions · 557 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
Oh high and puissant law writ, rather borne Within loves mighty breast, Whose ever sweat and lovely loving force, Towards that good which we unseen suborn, Our hearts doth pull and wills doth wrest, And e'en nature's self to it doth force; Not only our frail corpce Whose sense scarce sees is borne and dies again, As daily hours wax and wain. But e'en inward causes, hidden seeds That moves and governs our eternal deeds. If great with child the world do wondrous frame So many beauties still: And if within as far as Sun doth see Toth' mighty Moon and stars Titanian fame A living sprite doth fill, With his male value this same vast degree▪ If thence man's of spring be. The plants have life, and beasts both good and bad, Whether the earth be clad, With flowers, or nipped have her ill-feathered wing, It still comes from thine eversting spring. Nor this alone but that which hopes of fire Sheds into mortal wights: From whence stars gentle now straight fierce are found Clad in good fortunes or mishaps attire, From whence lists frailest lights The hour of birth have, or of death the bound. That which makes rise or else pulls down In their disturbed affects all human will, And giving seems, or taking still. Fortune, to whom the world would this were given, All from thy sovereign bounty is deriven, Oh word inevitably true and sure If it thy meaning is Arcadia shall after so many woes Find out new rest and peace, new life procure. If the foretold on bliss Which the great Oracle did erst expose Of the fair fatal marriage rose Proceed from thee and in thy heavenly mind Her fixed place doth find. If that same voice do not dissemble still, Who hinders then the working of thy will? See loves and pities foe, awayward swain, A proud and cruel youth, That comes from heaven, and yet with heaven contends. See then another Lover, (faithful in vain) Battering a hearts chaste truth, Who with his flames perhaps thy will offends, The less that he attends, Pity to's plaints: reward to his desert More strangely flames in faith his heart. Fatal this beauty is to him that it high prizeth, Being destinied to him that it despizeth. Thus in itself alas divided stands This heavenly power, And thus one fate another justles still, Yet neither conquered is, neither commands. False human hopes that tower And plant a siege to th'elemental hill, Rebellious unto heavens will: Arming poor thoughts like giant fools again, Lovers and no lovers vine. Who would have thought love and disdain blind things, Should mount above the sovereign starry wings. But thou that stand'st above both stars & fate, And with thy wit divine Great mover of the skies dost them restrain, Behold: we thee beseech our doubtful state With destiny combine. And father's loving zeal, love and disdain, Mix flame and frozen vain. Let them that shunned to love, now learn to love, Let not that other moan. Ah let not others blindest folly thus Thy gently promised pity take from vs. But who doth know? perhaps this same that seems An unavoidable mischievous estate, May prove right fortunate. How fond a thing it is for mortal sight To search into the Eternal suns high light.
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Oh high and puiſſant law writ, rather borne Within loues mightie breſt, Whoſe euer ſwet and louely louing force, Towards that good which we vnſeene ſuborne, Our harts doth pull and wills doth wreſt, And eu'n natures ſelfe to it doth force; Not onely our fraile corpce Whoſe ſence ſcarce ſees is borne and dies againe, As daily houres waxe and waine. But eu'n inward cauſes, hidden ſeeds That moues and gouernes our eternall deeds. If great with child the world do wondrous frame So many beauties ſtill: And if within as farre as Sunne doth ſee To'th mightie Moone and ſtarres Titanian fame A liuing ſpright doth fill, With his male alew this ſame vaſt degree▪ If thence mans of spring bee. The plants haue life, and beasts both good and bad, Whether the earth be clad, With floures, or nipt haue her ill-feathered wing, It ſtill comes from thine euersting ſpring. Nor this alone but that which hopes of fire Sheds into mortall wights: From whence ſtarres gentle now ſtrait fierce are found Clad in good fortunes or miſhaps attire, From whence lifts fraileſt lights The houre of birth haue, or of death the bound. That which makes riſe or elſe pull downe In their disturbd affects all humane will, And giuing ſeemes, or taking ſtill. Fortune, to whom the world would this were giuen, All from thy ſoueraigne bountie is deriuen, Oh word ineuitably true and ſure If it thy meaning is Arcadia ſhall after ſo many woes Finde out new rest and peace, new life procure. If the fore-told on bliſſe Which the great Oracle did erſt expoſe Of the faire fatall marriage roſe Proceed from thee and in thy heau'nly minde Her fixed place doth finde. If that ſame voice do not diſſemble ſtill, Who hinders then the working of thy will? See loues and pitties foe, awayward ſwaine, A proud and cruell youth, That comes from heauen, and yet with heau'n contends. See then another Louer, (faithfull in vaine) Battring a harts chaſt truth, VVho with his flames perhaps thy will offends, The leſſe that he attends, Pittie to's plints: reward to his deſart More ſtraungely flames in faith his hart. Fatall this beautie is to him that it high prizeth, Being deſtenied to him that it despizeth. Thus in it ſelfe alas diuided ſtands This heauenly power, And thus one fate another iustles ſtill, Yet neither conquered is, neither commaunds. Falſe humane hopes that towre And plant a ſiege to th'Elementall hill, Rebellious vnto heauens will: Arming poore thoughts like giant fooles againe, Louers and no Louers vine. VVho would haue thought loue and diſdaine blind things, Should mount aboue the ſoueraigne ſtarry wings. But thou that ſtandst aboue both ſtarres & fate, And with thy wit diuine Great mouer of the skies doſt them reſtraine, Behold: we thee beſeech our doubtfull ſtate VVith desteny combine. And fathers louing zeale, loue and diſdaine, Mixe flame and frozen vaine. Let them that ſhund to loue, now learne to loue, Let not that other mone. Ah let not others blindeſt folly thus Thy gently promiſde pittie take from vs. But who doth know? perhaps this ſame that ſeemes An vnauoydable miſchieuous eſtate, May proue right fortunate. How fond a thing it is for mortall ſight To ſearch into the Eternall ſunnes high light.