Jonson, Ben · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 460 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Banished the Court? Let me be banished life; Since the chief end of Life is there concluded: Within the Court, is all the Kingdom bounded; And as her sacred Sphere doth comprehend Ten thousand times so much, as so much Place In any part of all the Empire else; So every Body, moving in her Sphere, Contains ten thousand times as much in him, As any other, her choice Orb excludes. As in a circle, a Magician, then Is safe, against the Spirit, he excites; But out of it, is subject to his rage, And looseth all the virtue of his Art: So I, exiled the circle of the Court, Lose all the good gifts, that in it I joyed. No Virtue currant is, but with her stamp: Nor no Vice vicious, blanched with her white hand. The Court's the Abstract of all Rome's desert; And my dear Iulia, the Abstract of the Court. Me thinks, now I come near her, I respire Some air, of that late comfort, I received: And while the Evening, with her modest vail, Gives leave to such poor Shadows as myself, To steal abroad; I, like a heartless Ghost, Without the living Body of my Love, Will here walk, and attend her: For I know, Not far from hence, she is imprisoned, And hopes, of her strict Guardian, to bribe So much admittance, as to speak to me, And cheer my fainting spirits, with her breath. Ovid? my Love? Here, heavenly julia. Here? and not here? O, how that word doth play With both our Fortunes, differing, like ourselves, Both one; and yet divided, as opposed? I High, thou Low: o, this our plight of Place Doubly presents the two lets of our Love, Local and ceremonial Height, and Lowness: Both ways, I am too high; and thou, too low. Our Minds are even, yet: o, why should our Bodies, That are their slaves, be so without their rule? I'll cast myself down to thee; If I die, I'll ever live with thee: no height of Birth, Of Place, of Duty, or of cruel Power, Shall keep me from thee; should my Father lock This body up within a Tomb of Brass, Yet I'll be with thee: If the Forms, I hold Now in my Soul, be made one substance with it; That Soul immortal; and the same 'tis now: Death cannot raze th'affects, she now retaineth: And then, may she be any where she will. The souls of Parents rule not children's souls, When Death sets both in their dissolved estates: Then is no Child, nor Father: then Eternity Frees all, from any temporal respect. I come, my Ovid; take me in thine arms: And let me breathe my soul into thy breast.
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Baniſht the Court? Let me be baniſht life; Since the chiefe end of Life is there concluded: Within the Court, is all the Kingdome bounded; And as her ſacred Spheare doth comprehend Ten thouſand times ſo much, as ſo much Place In any part of all the Empire elſe; So euery Body, moouing in her Spheare, Containes ten thouſand times aſmuch in him, As any other, her choice Orbe excludes. As in a circle, a Magitian, then Is ſafe, againſt the Spirit, he excites; But out of it, is ſubiect to his rage, And looſeth all the vertue of his Art: So I, exil'd the circle of the Court, Looſe all the good gifts, that in it I ioy'd. "No Vertue currant is, but with her ſtamp: "Nor no Vice vitious, blaunch't with her white hand. The Court's the Abſtract of all Romes deſert; And my deare Inlia, the Abſtract of the Court. Mee thinkes, now I come neare her, I reſpire Some aire, of that late comfort, I receau'd: And while the Euening, with her modeſt vaile, Giues leaue to ſuch poore Shadowes as my ſelfe, To ſteale abroad; I, like a hart-leſſe Ghoſt, Without the liuing Bodie of my Loue, Will here walke, and attend her: For I knowe, Not farre from hence, ſhe is impriſoned, And hopes, of her ſtrict Guardian, to bribe So much admittance, as to ſpeake to mee, And cheere my fainting ſpirits, with her breath. Ouid? my Loue? Here, heauenly Iulia. Here? and not here? O, how that worde doth play VVith both our Fortunes, differing, like our ſelues, Both one; and yet diuided, as oppoſ'd? I High, thou Lowe: ô, this our plight of Place Doubly preſents the two lets of our Loue, Locall and ceremoniall Height, and Lowneſſe: Both waies, I am too high; and thou, too lowe. Our Mindes are euen, yet: ô, why ſhould our Bodies, That are their ſlaues, be ſo without their rule? I'le caſt my ſelfe downe to thee; If I die, I'le euer liue with thee: no height of Birth, Of Place, of Dutie, or of cruell Power, Shall keepe mee from thee; ſhould my Father locke This bodie vp within a Tombe of Braſſe, Yet I'le be with thee: If the Formes, I holde Now in my Soule, be made one ſubſtance with it; That Soule immortall; and the ſame 'tis now: Death cannot raze th'affectes, ſhe now retaineth: And then, may ſhee be any where ſhe will. The ſoules of Parents rule not Childrens ſoules, VVhen Death ſets both in their diſſolu'd eſtates: Then is no Childe, nor Father: then Eternitie Frees all, from any temporall reſpect. I come, my Ouid; take me in thine armes: And let me breath my ſoule into thy breaſt.