The Queen's Arcadia (Arcadia Reformed) · chunk 4 of 41
Daniel, Samuel · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [Aug 30] (Annals) pastoral · before the Court unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Alas poor fools, how hotly they contend Who shall possess a prey that's yet ungot. But Techne, I must by thy help forestall The mart of both their hopes, and whilst they shall Pursue the Air, I must surprise their gain. And fitly now, thou mayst occasion take By these advantages discovered here, T'impress in Cloris tender heart that touch Of deep dislike of both their vaunteries, As may convert her wholly unto me. Why will you then Dorinda's love forsake, For whom you travailed so, and made me take Such labour to entice her to your love? Tush Techne we desire not what we have, But what we would, our longings never stay With our attainings, but they go beyond. And why? Dorinda is as fair as she. That I confess, but yet that pays not me, For Cloris is another and 'tis that, And only that, which Techne I desire. Some thing there is peculiar, and alone To every beauty that doth give an edge To our desires, and more we still conceive In that we have not, then in that we have. And I have heard, abroad where best experience, And wit is learned, that all the fairest choice Of women in the world, serve but to make One perfect beauty, whereof each brings part. One hath a pleasing smile, and nothing else: Another but some silly Mole to grace Th' area of a disproportioned face; Another pleases not but when she speaks, And some in silence only graceful are: Some till they laugh, we see, seem to be fair, Some have their bodies good, their gestures ill, Some please in Motion, some in sitting still, Some are thought lovely, that have nothing fair, Some again fair that nothing lovely are. So that we see how beauty doth consist Of divers pieces, and yet all attract And therefore unto all my love aspires, As beauty varies, so doth my desires. Ah but yet Colax do not so much wrong Unto a Nymph, now when thou hast subdued And won her heart, & know'st she holds thee dear. Tush wrong is as men think it, and I see It keeps the world the best in exercise That else would languish, and have nought to do. Discord in parts, makes harmony' in the whole: And some must laugh, whilst othersome condole. And so it be not of the side we are, Let others bear it, what need we to care. And now Dorinda something hath to do, Now she may sit, and think, and vex, and plot, For ease, and joying of her full delight Would but have dulled her spirits and marred her quite. Alas yet I must pity her poor soul In this distress, I being one myself Of that frail corporation, and do know That she will take it very grievously. And yet in troth she's served but well enough, That would neglect Mirtillus honest love, And trust strange protestations, and new oaths, Be won with guarded words, and gaudy clothes.
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Alas poore fooles, how hotely they contend Who shall possesse a prey that's yet vngot. But Techne, I must by thy help forestall The mart of both their hopes, and whilst they shall Pursue the Aire, I must surprise their gaine. And fitly now, thou maist occasion take By these aduantages discouered here, T'impresse in Cloris tender heart that touch Of deepe dislike of both their vanteries, As may conuert her wholy vnto me. Why will you then Dorindas loue forsake, For whom you trauayld so, and made me take Such labour to intice her to your loue? Tush Techne we desire not what we haue, But what we would, our longings neuer stay With our attainings, but they goe beyond. And why? Dorinda is as fayre as shee. That I confesse, but yet that payes not mee, For Cloris is another and tis that, And onely that, which Techne I desire. Some thing there is peculiar, and alone To euery beawtie that doth giue an edge To our desires, and more we still conceiue In that we haue not, then in that we haue. And I haue heard, abrode where best experience, And witt is learnd, that all the fairest choyce Of women in the world, serue but to make One perfect beautie, whereof each bringes part. One hath a pleasing smile, and nothing els: Another but some sillie Mole to grace Th' area of a disproportion'd face; Another pleases not but when shee speakes, And some in silence onely graceful are: Some till they laugh, we see, seeme to be fayre, Some haue their bodies good, their gestures ill, Some please in Motion, some in sitting still, Some are thought louely, that haue nothing faire, Some againe fayre that nothing louely are. So that we see how beauty doth consist Of diuers peeces, and yet all attract And therefore vnto al my loue aspires, As beauty varies, so doth my desires. Ah but yet Colax doe not so much wrong Vnto a Nimph, now when thou hast subdude And wonne her heart, & knowst she holds thee deare. Tush wrong is as men thinke it, and I see It keepes the world the best in exercise That els would languish, and haue nought to do. Discord in parts, makes harmon' in the whole: And some must laugh, whilst othersome condole. And so it be not of the side we are, Let others beare it, what need we to care. And now Dorinda somthing hath to doe, Now she may sit, and thinke, and vexe, and plott, For ease, and ioying of her full delight Would but haue dulld her spirits and marrd her quite. Alas yet I must pittie her poore soule In this distresse, I being one my selfe Of that frayle corporation, and do know That she will take it verie greuously. And yet in troth sh'is serud but well inow, That would neglect Mirtillus honest loue, And trust strange protestations, and new othes, Be wonne with garded words, and gawdie chothes.