Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
I loved, O fatal love! unlovely fate, The virtuously fair, yet fairest Dame That ever was enshrined in soul's conceit, Or gave a ditty to the sounds of fame. Straight were my fancies to her beauties tied, None can paint passions but in feeling minds, I burnt, freezed, hoped, despaired, and lived, and died, My actions changed as oft as th' Autumns winds. Yet after many doubtful hopes and fears That I attained the height of my desires, She had subscribed a truce unto my tears, And tempered with encountering flames my fires. For as she was the most affected Saint, Whose image was erected in my thought, She had compassion too of my complaint, And to acquit my firm affection sought. Thus whilst I triumphed in mine own conceit, As one whose love his Lady did prefer, I was corrivaled (O unhappy fate!) By one who loved, but was not loved by her. He looking as I looked, saw what I saw, Saw Nature's wonder, and the world's delight: And as a blind god blind guide did him draw Still like a lizard lived but by her sight. Then straight he strives the jewel for to won, Whose unstained worth he rates above his breath, He hates the light that comes not from my Sun, And thinks to live without her worse than death. And this affection favoured was by Fortune Which seemed to ratify his high reared hopes, The Nymph her parents daily did importune, For to confine his flying fancies scopes. Now judge if that my miseries were rife, Who threatened thus with eminent mishap, Was like to lose a dearer thing than life, Whilst others strived my treasure to entrap. The man that sought my joys to undermine, I could not wish for this t'have him overthrown, Nor blame the sprite that sympathised with mine, I envied not his hap, but wailed mine own. Now in my breast a battle did begin, Which forced my soul with inward wounds to bleed, Some fancies feared to what his love might win, And possibility for to come speed. Then others called her constancy to mind, Which would not yield although she were invaded, Yet forced to fear the frailty of her kind. A woman that hath ears may be persuaded. Thus tossed with doubts into a deep of woe, Which with suspicion had my joys supplanted, I blamed the thoughts that durst accuse her so, As virtues pattern had one virtue wanted. As I concluded, so it come to pass, Th'affliction served for fuel to affection, For she who th'ornament of women was, Would never wrong her worth with a defection. When in my absence they had oft assayed To have me from her memory removed, The Sun burns hottest when his beams are stayed, The more that they would let, the more she loved.
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I lou'd, O fatall loue! vnlouely fate, The vertuouſlie faire, yet faireſt Dame That euer was enſhrin'd in ſoules conceat, Or gaue a dittie to the ſounds of fame. Straight were my fancies to her beauties tyed, None can paint paſſions but in feeling mindes, I burnd, freezd, hopd, diſpaird, and liud, and dyed, My actions chang'd as oft as th' Autumnes windes. Yet after many doubtfull hopes and feares That I attaind the height of my deſires, She had ſubſcrib'd a truce vnto my teares, And temperd with encountring flames my fires. For as ſhe was the moſt affected Saint, Whoſe image was erected in my thought, She had compaſſion too of my complaint, And to acquit my firme affection ſought. Thus whilſt I triumphd in mine owne conceat, As one whoſe loue his Ladie did preferre, I was corriuald (O vnhappie fate!) By one who lou'd, but was not lou'd by her. He looking as I look'd, ſaw what I ſaw, Saw Natures wonder, and the worlds delight: And as a blind god blind guide did him draw Still like a lizard liu'd but by her ſight. Then ſtrait he ſtriues the Iewell for to wonne, Whoſe vnſtaind worth he rates aboue his breath, He hates the light that comes not from my Sunne, And thinks to liue without her worſe then death. And this affection fauour'd was by Fortune Which ſeem'd to ratifie his high rear'd hopes, The Nymph her parents dayly did importune, For to confine his flying fancies ſcopes. Now iudge if that my miſeries were rife, Who threatned thus with eminent miſhap, Was like to loſe a deerer thing then life, Whilſt others ſtriu'd my treaſure to entrap. The man that ſought my ioyes to vndermine, I could not wiſh for this t'haue him ouerthrowne, Nor blame the ſprite that ſympathiz'd with mine, I enuied not his hap, but wail'd mine owne. Now in my breaſt a battell did begin, Which forc'd my ſoule with inward wounds to bleede, Some fancies fear'd to what his loue might winne, And poſſibilitie for to come ſpeede. Then others call'd her conſtancie to mind, Which would not yeeld although ſhe were inuaded, Yet forc'd to feare the frailtie of her kind. A woman that hath eares may be perſwaded. Thus toſſ'd with doubts into a deepe of wo, Which with ſuſpition had my ioyes ſupplanted, I blam'd the thoughts that durſt accuſe her ſo, As vertues patterne had one vertue wanted. As I concluded, ſo it come to paſſe, Th'affliction ſeru'd for fuell to affection, For ſhe who th'ornament of women was, Would neuer wrong her worth with a defection. When in my abſence they had oft aſſay'd To haue me from her memorie remou'd, The Sunne burn's hotteſt when his beames are ſtay'd, The more that they would let, the more ſhe lou'd.