Chapman, George · published 1605 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · before the Court unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 526 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
I dare swear, If just desert in love measured reward, Your fortune should exceed Valerio's far: For I am witness (being your Bed fellow) Both to the daily and the nightly service, You do unto the deity of love, In vows, sighs, tears, and solitary watches, He never serves him with such sacrifice, Yet hath his Bow and shafts at his command: loves service is much like our humorous Lords; Where Minions carry more than Servitors, The bold and careless servant still obtains: The modest and respective, nothing gains; You never see your love, unless in dreams, He, Hymen puts in whole possession: What different stars reigned when your loves were borne, He forced to wear the Willow, you the horn? But brother, are you not ashamed to make yourself a slave to the base Lord of love, Be got of Fancy, and of Beauty borne? And what is Beauty? a mere Quintessence, Whose life is not in being, but in seeming; And therefore is not to all eyes the same, But like a cozening picture, which one way Shows like a Crow, another like a Swan: And upon what ground is this Beauty drawn? Upon a Woman, a most brittle creature, And would to God (for my part) that were all. But tell me brother, did you never love? You know I did, and was beloved again, And that of such a Dame, as all men deemed Honoured, and made me happy in her favours, Exceeding fair she was not; and yet fair In that she neuer studyed to be sayr Than Nature made her; Beauty cost her nothing, Her virtues were so rare, they would have made An Aethiop beautiful: At least, so thought By such as stood aloof, and did observe her With credulous eyes? But what they were indeed I'll spare to blaze, because I loved her once, Only I found her such, as for her sake I vow eternal wars against their whole sex, Inconstant shuttlecocks, loving fools, and jesters; Men rich in dirt, and titles sooner won With the most vile, than the most virtuous: Found true to none: if one amongst whole hundreds Chance to be chaste, she is so proud withal, Way ward and rude, that one of unchaste life, Is oftentimes approved, a worthier wife: undressed, sluttish, nasty, to their husbands, Sponged up, adorned, and painted to their lovers: All day in ceaseless uproar with their households, If all the night their husbands have not pleased them, Like hounds, most kind, being beaten and abused, Like wolves, most cruel, being kindliest used. Fie, thou profanest the deity of their sex. Brother I read, that Egypt heretofore, Had Temples of the riches frame on earth; Much like this goodly edifice of women, With Alabaster pillars were those Temples, Upheld and beautified, and so are women: Most curiously glazed, and so are women; Cunningly painted too, and so are women; In outside wondrous heavenly, so are women: But when a stranger viewed those phanes within, In stead of Gods and Goddesses, he should find A painted fowl, a fury, or a serpent, And such celestial inner parts have women.
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I dare sweare, If iust desert in loue measur'd reward, Your fortune should exceede Valerios farre: For I am witnes (being your Bed fellow) Both to the dayly and the nightly seruice, You doe vnto the dty of loue, In vowes, sighes, teares, and solitary watches, He neuer serues him with such sacrifice, Yet hath his Bowe and shaftes at his commaund: Loues seruice is much like our humorous Lords; Where Minions carry more then Sruitors, The bolde and carelesse seruant still obtaines: The modest and respectiue, nothing gaines; You neuer see your loue, vnlesse in dreames, He, Hymen puts in whole possession: What different starres raign'd when your loues were borne, He forc't to weare the Willow, you the horne? But brother, are you not asham'd to make Your selfe a slaue to the base Lord of loue, Be got of Fancy, and of Beauty borne? And what is Beauty? a meere Quintessence, Whose life is not in being, but in seeming; And therefore is not to all eyes the same, But like a cousoning picture, which one way Shewes like a Crowe, another like a Swanne: And vpon what ground is this Beauty drawne? Vpon a Woman, a most brittle creature, And would to God (for my part) that were all. But tell me brother, did you neuer loue? You know I did, and was belou'd againe, And that of such a Dame, as all men deem'd Honour'd, and made me happy in her fauours, Exceeding faire she was not; and yet faire In that she neuer studyed to be sayr Then Nature made her; Beauty cost her nothing, Her vertues were so rare, they would haue made An Aethyop beautifull: At least, so thought By such as stood aloofe, and did obserue her With credulous eyes? But what they were indeed Ile spare to blaze, because I lou'd her once, Onely I found her s, for her sake I vow eternall warres against their whole sexe, Inconstant shuttle-cocks, louing fooles, and ; Men rich in durt, and tytles sooner woone With the most vile, then the most vertuous: Found true to none: if one amongst whole hundred Chance to be chaste, she is so proude withall, Way ward and rude, that one of vnchaste life, Is ostentimes approu'd, a worthier wife: Vndressed, slish, nasty, to their husbands, Spung'd vp, adorn'd, and painted to their louers: All day in cesse lesse vprore with their housholdes, If all the night their husbands haue not pleas'd them, Like hounds, most kinde, being beaten and abus'd, Like wolues, most cruell, being kindelyest vs'd. Fye, thou prophan'st the deity of their sexe. Brother I read, that Aegipt heretofore, Had Temples of the riches frame on earth; Much like this goodly edifice of women, With Alablaster pillers were those Temples, Vphelde and beautified, and so are women: Most curiously glaz'd, and so are women; Cunningly painted too, and so are women; In out-side wondrous heauenly, so are women: But when a stranger view'd those phanes within, In stead of Gods and Goddesses, he should finde A painted fowle, a fury, or a serpent, And such celestiall inner parts haue women.