Alexander, William · published 1637 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 474 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
I see what brave desires boil in thy soul, And make thee thus magnanimous to be, This high-bent courage nothing can control, All Lydia is not large enough for thee: Go, seek an Empire equal with thy mind, Of which a Crown is due to every thought; But Glories love whilst courting in this kind, I fear by thine, our ruin may be wrought: And pardon me (dear Son) great is the love Which makes me watch so warily thy ways; A Father's care what kind of thing can move, Whom such a danger not in time dismays? The Heaven of late advertised me by dreams, That some sad fortune threatened thee too soon, Each day some ominous sign attendance claims, Which out of time are marked, when all is done: This was the cause that hastened us so much, To have thee bound to Hymen's, sacred law, This was the cause that all our care was such, Out of our sight all weapons to withdraw: Scorn not those Comets which amazement notes, The stars to mortal states a bounds design, And do not think 'tis but my love that dotes, For if thou fall, my fate depends on thine. Would God I had some means once ere my death, To satisfy that infinite desert, Which I shall hold, so long as I have breath, Deep registered with reverence in my heart; Yet (sir) we see this is a natural thing, That too excessive love engenders fears: A sport like this can no great peril bring, Where either all delights the eyes, or th'ears. If from my former deeds I now should shrink, (As void of virtue) to soft pleasure thrall, Of your two Sons what might your Subjects think, Th'one wanting but one sense, the other all? What fancies might my late spoused love possess, To see her husband hateful in men's sights, And honours bounds thus basely to transgress, As womanized still wallowing in delights? Though women would have men at their devotion, They hate base minds that hatch no noble notion. Well, well, my Son, I see thou must prevail: Go, follow forth the chase, use thine own form, Yet stay, or let my words this much avail, Walk with more care to scape this threatened storm; Thy haughty spirit to tempt all hazards bend, I fear transports thee to a fatal strife, I wish to err, yet the event prevent, Lest that thy courage but betray thy life; And (dear Adrastus) I must let him know, What benefits I have bestowed on thee, Not to upbraid thee, no, but so to show How I may trust thee best thus bound to me; When thou from Phrygia cam'st defiled with blood, And a fraternal violated love, When desp'rate quite thou as distracted stood, Fled from thy Father's face, cursed from above,
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I ſee what brave deſires boile in thy ſoule, And make thee thus magnanimous to be, This high-bent courage nothing can controule, All Lydia is not large enough for thee: Goe, ſeeke an Empire equall with thy minde, Of which a Crowne is due to every thought; But Glories love whilſt courting in this kinde, I feare by thine, our ruine may be wrought: And pardon me (deare Sonne) great is the love Which makes me watch ſo warily thy wayes; A Fathers care what kind of thing can move, Whom ſuch a danger not in time diſmayes? The Heaven of late advertis'd me by dreames, That ſome ſad fortune threatned thee too ſoone, Each day ſome ominous ſigne attendance claimes, Which out of time are mark'd, when all is done: This was the cauſe that haſtned us ſo much, To have thee bound to Hymens, ſacred law, This was the cauſe that all our care was ſuch, Out of our ſight all weapons to withdraw: Scorne not thoſe Comets which amazement notes, "The ſtarres to mortall ſtates a bounds deſigne, And doe not thinke t'is but my love that dotes, For if thou fall, my fate depends on thine. Would God I had ſome meanes once ere my death, To ſatisfie that infinite deſert, Which I ſhall hold, ſo long as I have breath, Deepe regiſtred with reverence in my heart; "Yet (ſir) we ſee this is a naturall thing, "That too exceſſive loue engenders feares: A ſport like this can no great perill bring, Where either all delights the eyes, or th'eares. If from my former deedes I now ſhould ſhrinke, (As voide of vertue) to ſoft pleaſure thrall, Of your two Sonnes what might your Subjects thinke, Th'one wanting but one ſenſe, the other all? What fancies might my late ſpous'd love poſſeſſe, To ſee her husband hatefull in mens ſights, And honours bounds thus baſely to tranſgreſſe, As womaniz'd ſtill wallowing in delights? "Though women would have men at their devotion, "They hate baſe mindes that hatch no noble notion. Well, well, my Sonne, I ſee thou muſt prevaile: Goe, follow forth the chaſe, uſe thine owne forme, Yet ſtay, or let my words this much availe, Walke with more care to ſcape this threatned ſtorme; Thy hawtie ſprite to tempt all hazards bent, I feare tranſports thee to a fatall ſtrife, I wiſh to erre, yet the event prevent, Leſt that thy courage but betray thy life; And (deare Adraſtus) I muſt let him know, What benefits I have beſtow'd on thee, Not to upbraid thee, no, but ſo to ſhow How I may truſt thee beſt thus bound to mee; When thou from Phrygia cam'ſt defil'd with blood, And a fraternall violated love, When deſp'rate quite thou as diſtracted ſtood, Fled from thy Fathers face, curſt from above,