The Dutch Courtesan (Cockle de Moye) · chunk 7 of 35
Marston, John · published 1605 · first performed or written 1605 [1603-1605] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.80 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Still? my vow is up above me, & like time Irrevocable. I am sworn all yours, No beauty shall untwine our arms, no face In my eyes can or shall seem fair, And would to God only to me you might Seem only fair; let others disesteem Your matchless graces: so might I safer seem, Envy I covet not: far, far be all ostent Vain boasts of beauties: soft joys and the rest, " He that is wise, pants, on a private breast, So could I live in desert most unknown, yourself to me enough were Populous, Your eyes shall be my joys, my wine that still Shall drown my often cares, your only voice Shall cast a slumber on my listening sense, You with soft lip shall only ope mine eyes, And suck their lids asunder, only you Shall make me wish to live, & not fear death, So on your cheeks I might yield latest breath, O he that thus may live, and thus shall die, May well be envied of a deity. Dear my loved heart be not so passionate, nothing extreme lives long. " But not to be extreme, nothing in love's extreme my love receives no mean. I give you faith, and pray thee since poor foul I am so easy to believe thee, make it much more pity to deceive me, wear this sleight favour in my remembrance. Which when I part from, hope the best of life, ever part from me. I take you and your word, which may ever live your servant, see day is quite broke up, the best of hours. Good morrow graceful mistress, our nuptial day holds. With happy constancy a wished day. myself and all content rest with you. The studious morn with paler cheek draws on, The days bold light, hark how the freeborn birds Carol their unaffected passions, Now sing they sonnets, thus they cry, we love O breath of heaven! thus they harmless souls Give entertain to mutual affects. They have no Bawds: no mercenary beds No politic restraints: no artificial heats No faint dissemblings, no custom makes them blush, No shame afflicts their name, O you happy beasts In whom an inborn heat is not held sin, How far transcend you wretched, wretched man Whom national custom, Tyrannous respects Of slavish order, fetters: lame his power Calling that sin in us, which in all things else Is nature's highest virtue. (O miseri quorum gaud a crimen haben: Sure nature against virtue cross doth fall Or virtues self is oft unnatural, That I should love a strumpet I a man of Snow Now shame forsake me whether am I fallen! A creature of a public use, my friends love to To live to be a talk to men, a shame To my professed virtue." O accursed reason, How many eyes hast thou to see thy shame " And yet how blind once to prevent defame?
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Still? my vowe is vp aboue me, & like time Irrevocable. I am ſworne all yours, No beauty ſhall vntwine our armes, no face In my eyes can or ſhall ſeeme faire, And would to God only to me you might Seeme only faire; let others diſeſteeme Your matchles graces: ſo might I ſafer ſeeme, Enuie I couet not: far, far be all oſtent Vaine boaſts of beauties: ſoft ioyes and the reſt, "He that is wiſe, pants, on a priuate breſt, So could I liue in deſart moſt vnknowne, Your ſelfe to me enough were Populous, Your eyes ſhall be my ioyes, my wine that ſtill Shall drowne my often cares, your onely voyce Shall caſt a ſlumber on my liſtning ſence, You with ſoft lip ſhall onely ope mine eyes, And ſucke theire lidds a ſunder, onely you Shall make me wiſh to liue, & not feare death, So on your cheekes I might yeild lateſt breath, O he that thus may liue, and thus ſhall dye, May well be enuied of a dietie. Deare my lou'd hart be not ſo paſſionate, nothing extreame liues long. "But not to be extreame, nothing in loue's extreame my loue receiues no meane. I giue you fayth, and pre thee ſince poore foule I am ſo eaſy to beleeue thee, make it much more pitty to deceiue me, weare this ſleight fauor in my remēbrance. Which when I part from, hope the beſt of life, euer part from me. I take you and your word, which may euer liue your ſeruant, ſee day is quite broke vp, the beſt of houres. Good morrow gracefull miſtres, our nuptiall day holds. With happy conſtancy a wiſhed day. My ſelfe and all content reſt with you. The ſtudious morne with paler cheeke drawes on, The dayes bold light, harke how the free-borne birdes Caroll their vnaffected paſſions, Now ſing they ſonnets, thus they crye, we loue O breath of heauen! thus they harmles ſoules Giue intertaine to mutuall affects. They haue no Baudes: no mercenary bedds No politike reſtraints: no artificiall heats No faint diſſemblings, no cuſtome makes them bluſh, No ſhame afflicts theire name, O you happy beaſtes In whome an inborne heat is not held ſinne, How far tranſcend you wretched, wretched man Whome nationall cuſtome, Tyrannous reſpects Of ſlauiſh order, fetters: lames his power Calling that ſinne in vs, which in all thi els Is natures higheſt vertue. (O miſeri querng gaud a crimen haben Sure nature againſt vertue croſſe doth fall Or vertues ſelfe is oft vnnaturall, That I ſhould loue a ſtrumpet I a man of Snowe Now ſhame forſake me whether am I fallen! A creature of a publique vſe, my frendes loue to To liue to be a talke to men, a ſhame To my profeſſed vertue. "O accurſed reaſon, "How many eyes haſt thou to ſee thy ſhame▪ "And yet how blind once to preuent defame?