Il Pastor Fido, or The Faithful Shepherd · chunk 26 of 71
Dymoke, Tailboys / Guarini, Giovanni Battista · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) pastoral T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.76 · 472 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Great was her fault and error sure, That did occasion all our teen: Who loves great laws holy and pure (Breaking her faith) did violate And thereby did illuminate The mortal rage of our immortal queen. That neither tears nor blood Of many harmless souls have done us good. So faith to every virtue root The ornament of every soul well borne, In heaven hath surely set his foot, That worthily are faithless held in scorn. So nature truth would ever happy make, e'en for the true almighty maker's sake. Blind mortals you that have so deep desire To get and to possess A guilded carcase of a painted tire, That like a naked shadow walks on still, Seeking her sepulchre by guess: What love, or rather fond will, Hath witched your heart dead beauty to pursue? Rich treasures are loves follies found. The true And lively love is of the soul: All other subjects want what love requires, Therefore they not deserve these amorous desires. The soul because it only loves again, Is only worthy of this loving pain. It is a pretty thing to kiss The delicate vermilion Rose Of some fair cheek, they that have proved that bliss (Right happy Lovers) so will say. Yet those Will say again kisses are dead and vain, Where beauty kissed restores it not again. The strokes of two enamoured lips are those Where mouth on mouth loves sweetest vengeance shows. Those are true kisses where with equal wills We ever give and take again our fills. Kiss but a curious mouth, a dainty hand, A breast, a brow, or what you can demand, You will confess no part in woman is, Save for sweet mouth that doth deserve a kiss, By which two souls with lively spirits meet, Making live rubres kindly entergreet, So 'mongst themselves those fowly sprightful kisses Do enter-speake, and in a little sown Great things bewray, and sweetest secret blisses To others hidden, to themselves well known. Such joy, nay such sweet life doth loving prove, Soul knit to soul by th'earthly knot of love. Kisses that kisses meet, do paint unmoved, Th'encounters of two hearts, loving beloved. O Spring, the gentle childhood of the year, Mother of flowers, fresh herbs, & fresh desires, Thou turn'st again, but with thee do not turn The happy days of my delightful joys: Thou turnst, thou turnst, but with thee turnst nought else Save of the loss of my dear trusures lost, The miserable wretched memory. Thou art the same thou wert, so fresh, so fair, But I am not as I was wont to be, So dear to other eyes. Oh bitter sweets of love, Much worser 'tis to lose you once possessed, Then never to have you enjoyed at all, Much like the grief to change a happy state.
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Great was her fault and errour ſure, That did occaſion all our teene: Who loues great lawes holy and pure (Breaking her faith) did violate And thereby did illuminate The mortall rage of our immortall queene. That neither teares nor blood Of many harmleſſe ſoules haue done vs good. So faith to euery vertue roote The ornament of euery ſoule well borne, In heauen hath ſurely ſet his foote, That worthily are faithleſſe held in ſcorne. So nature truth would euer happie make, Eu'n for the true almightie makers ſake. Blind mortalls you that haue ſo deep deſire To get and to poſſeſſe A guilded carkaſſe of a painted tire, That like a naked ſhadow walkes on ſtill, Seeking her ſepulchre by geſſe: What loue, or rather fond will, Hath witcht your hart dead beautie to purſue? Rich treaſures are loues follies found. The true And liuely loue is of the ſoule: All other ſubiects want what loue requires, Therfore they not deſerue theſe amorous deſires. The ſoule becauſe it onely loues againe, Is onely worthie of this louing paine. It is a pretie thing to kiſſe The delicate vermilion Roſe Of ſome faire cheeke, they that haue prou'd that bliſſe (Right happie Louers) ſo will ſay. Yet thoſe Will ſay againe kiſſes are dead and vaine, Where beautie kist reſtores it not againe. The ſtrokes of two inamour'd lips are thoſe Where mouth on mouth loues ſweeteſt vengeance ſhowes. Thoſe are true kiſſes where with equall wills We euer giue and take againe our fills. Kiſſe but a curious mouth, a daintie hand, A breaſt, a brow, or what you can demand, You will confeſſe no part in woman is, Saue for ſweet mouth that doth deſerue a kiſſe, By which two ſoules with liuely ſpirits meet, Making liue rubres kindly entergreet, So mongſt themſelues thoſe ſowly ſprightfull kiſſes Do enter-speake, and in a little ſowne Great things bewray, and ſweeteſt ſecret bliſſes To others hidden, to themſelues well knowne. Such ioy, nay ſuch ſweet life doth louing proue, Soule knit to ſoule by th'earthly knot of loue. Kiſſes that kiſſes meet, do paint vnmou'd, Th'incounters of two harts, louing belou'd. O Spring, the gentle childhood of the yeare, Mother of floures, freſh hearbs, & freſh deſires, Thou turn'ſt againe, but with thee do not turne The happie dayes of my delightfull ioyes: Thou turnſt, thou turnſt, but with thee turnſt nought elſe Saue of the loſſe of my deare truſures lorne, The miſerable wretched memorie. Thou art the ſame thou wert, ſo freſh, ſo faire, But I am not as I was wont to be, So deare to other eyes. Oh bitter ſweets of loue, Much worſer t'is to leeſe you once poſſeſt, Then neuer to haue you enioy'd at all, Much like the griefe to chaunge a happie ſtate.