The Queen's Arcadia (Arcadia Reformed) · chunk 6 of 41
Daniel, Samuel · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [Aug 30] (Annals) pastoral · before the Court unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
A man the fitter made for Courts abroad, Where I would God he had remained still, With those loose-living wanton Sybarites, Where luxury, hath made her outmost proof. From whence fere he comes, and hither brings Their shames, to brand us with the like reproach. And for this other viper, which you saw, I do remember how she came of late For succour to these parts, and sought to teach Our younger maids to dress, and try out Flax, And use the Distaff, and to make a hem, And such like skill, being skill enough for them, But since I see she hath presumed to deal In points of other science, different far From that plain Art of honest housewifery, And as it seems hath often made repair Unto the neighbour Cities round about, From whom she hath these strange disguises got T'abuse our nymphs, and as it seems desires, To suit their minds, as light as their attires, But we shall soon prevent this growing plague, Of pride, and folly, now that she descry The true symptoma of this malady, And by this overture thus made, we trust We shortly shall discover all the rest. O Cloris, here have thou and I full oft Sat and been merry, in this shady Grove. Here have we sung full many a Roundelay, Told Riddles, and made Nosegays, laughed at love, And others passions, whilst myself was free, From that Intolerable misery, Whereto affection now envassels me. Now Cloris I shall never more take joy To see, or to be seen, with mortal eye, Now sorrow must be all my company. Why Silvia, whence, should all this grief arise? I am undone Cloris, let that suffice. Tell me, sweet Silvia, how comes that to pass? O Cloris if thou be, as once, I was Free, from that miserable plague of love, Keep thee so still, let my affliction warn Thy youth, that never man have power, to move Thy heart to liking, for believe me this, They are the most unfaithful impious race Of creatures on the earth; never believe Their protestations, nor their vows, nor tears, All is deceit, none means the thing he swears. Trust a man's faith? nay rather will I go And give myself a prey to Savage beasts, For all they seek, and all they labour for, Is but t'undo us, and when that is done, They go and triumph on the spoil theyhave won. Trust men, or take compassion when they grieve, O Cloris 'tis to cherish and relieve The frozen Snake, which with our heat once warmed, Will sting us to the heart in recompense, And o no marvel though the Satire shunned, To live with man, when he perceived he could, With one and the same breath blow heat and cold. Who would have ever thought Palaemon's oaths Would have proved false? who would have judged the face That promised so much faith, and honesty, Had been the visor but of treachery?
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A man the fitter made for Courts abroade, Where I would God he had remained still, With those loose-liuing wanton Sybarites, Where luxurie, hath made her outmost proofe. From whence Pheare he comes, and hither brings Their shames, to brand vs with the like reproach. And for this other viper, which you saw, I do remember how she came of late For succour to these parts, and sought to teach Our younger maides to dresse, and trie out Flaxe, And vse the Distaffe, and to make a hem, And such like skill, being skill inough for them, But since I see she hath presum'd to deale In points of other science, different farre From that plaine Arte of honest huswiferie, And as it seemes hath often made repaire Vnto the neighbour Citties round about, From whom she hath these strange disguises go T'abuse our Nimphes, and as it seemes desires, To sute their mindes, as light as their attires, But we shall soone preuent this growing plague, Of pride, and folly, now that she discry The true symptoma of this maladie, And by this ouerture thus made, we trust We shortly shall discouer all the rest. O Cloris, here haue thou and I full oft Sate and bene mery, in this shadie Groue. Here haue we sung full many a Rundelay, Told Riddles, and made Nosegayes, laught at loue, And others passions, whilst my selfe was free, From that Intollerable miserie, Whereto affection now inuassells me. Now Cloris I shall neuer more take ioy To see, or to be seene, with mortall eye, Now sorrow must be all my companie. Why Siluia, whence, should all this griefe arise? I am vndone Cloris, let that suffice. Tell me, sweete Siluia, how comes that to passe? O Cloris if thou be, as once, I was Free, from that miserable plague of loue, Keepe thee so still, let my affliction warne Thy youth, that neuer man haue power, to moue Thy heart to liking, for beleeue me this, They are the most vnfaithfull impious race Of creatures on the earth; neuer beleeue Their protestations, nor their vowes, nor teares, All is deceipt, none meanes the thing he sweares. Trust a mans faith? nay rather will I goe And giue my selfe a prey to Sauage beasts, For all they seeke, and all they labour for, Is but t'vndoe vs, and when that is done, They goe and triumph on the spoile the'haue wonne. Trust men, or take compassion when they grieue, O Cloris tis to chearish and relieue The frozen Snake, which with our heat once warmd, Will sting vs to the heart in recompence, And ô no maruaile tho the Satyre shund, To liue with man, when he perceiu'd he could, With one and the same breath blow heat and cold. Who would haue euer thought Palaemons othes Would haue prou'd false? who would haue iudgd the face That promisd so much faith, and honestie, Had bene the visor but of treacherie?