The Queen's Arcadia (Arcadia Reformed) · chunk 23 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 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Yes something else will grieve your heart to see: But you must be content, and think yourself Are not the first, that thus have been deceived, With fair appearing outsides, and mistook A wanton heart by a chaste steming look. But I conjure you by the love you bear Unto those eyes, which make you (as you are Th'example of compassion to the world) Sit close and be not seen in any case. Well Techne, if I shall see Cloris there It is enough, then thither will I go, Who will go anywhere to look on her. And Cloris know, I do not go to see, Any thing else of thee, but only thee. Well go and think yet of her honest care, Who gives thee note of such a shameful dead, And judge Amyntas when thou shalt be free, Who more deserves thy love, or I or she. Now what infernal projects are here laid, T'afflict an honest heart, t'expose a maid, Unto the danger of alone assault, To make her to offend without her fault. And see what other new appearing spirits Would raise the tempests of disturbances, Upon our rest, and labour to bring in All the whole Ocean of unquietness, To overwhelm the poor peace we live in? How one would fain instruct, and teach us how To cut our throats with form, and to contend With artificial knowledge, to undo Each other, and to brabble without end. As if that nature had not took more care For us, than we for our own selves can take, And makes us better laws than those we make. And as if all that science aught could give Unto our bliss, but only shows us how The better to contend, but not to live. And evermore we see, how vice doth grow With knowledge, and brings forth a more increase, When skilful men begin, how good men cease. And therefore how much better do we live, With quiet ignorance than we should do With turbulent and ever-working skill, Which makes us not to live but labour still. And see that other vain fantastic spirit, Who would corrupt out bodies too likewise, As this our minds, and make our health to be As troublesome as sickness, to devise, That no part of us ever should be free; Both foraging on our credulity, Take still th'advantage of our weaknesses; Both cloth their frivolous uncertainties In strange attires, to make it seen the less. Amyntas must come back I know this way, And here it will be best for me to stay, And here, indeed he comes, poor man I site All quite dismayed and now i'll work on him. Come, who tells troth Amynta, who deceives Your expectation now, Cloris, or I? Peace Techne peace, and do not interrupt The grief that hath no leisure to attend Ought but itself, and hath shut up with it All other sense in private close within, From doing any thing, but only think.
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Yes something els wil grieue your heart to see But you must be content, and thinke your selfe Are not the first, that thus haue benedeceiud, With fayre appearing out-sides, and misooke A wanton heart by a chaste steming looke. But I conure you by the loue you beare Vnto those eyes, which make you (as you are Th'example of compassion to the world) Sit close and be not seene in any case. Well Techne, if I shall see Cloris there It is enough, then thither will I goe, Who will go any where to looke on her. And Cloris know, I do not goe to see, Any thing else of thee, but onely thee. Well goe and thinke yet of her honest care, Who giues thee note of such a shamefull dead, And iudge Amyntas when thou shalt be free, Who more deserues thy loue, or I or she. Now what infernall proiects are here laid, T'afflict an honest heart, t'expose a maide, Vnto the danger of alone aslault, To make her to offend without her fault. And see what other new appearing spirits Would raise the tempests of disturbances, Vpon our rest, and labour to bring in All the whole Ocean of vnquietnesse, To ouerwhelme the poore peace we liue in? How one would faine instruct, and teach vs how To cut our throates with forme, and to contend With artificiall knowledge, to vndoo Each other, and to brabble without end. As if that nature had not tooke more care For vs, then we for our owne selues can take, And makes vs better lawes then those we make. And as if all that science ought could giue Vnto our blisse, but onely shewes vs how The better to contend, but not to liue. And euermore we see, how vice doth grow With knowledge, and brings sorth a more increase, When skilfull men begin, how good men ease. And therefore how much better doe we liue, With quiet ignorance then we should doe With turbulent and euer-working skill, Which makes vs not to liue but labour still. And see that other vaine fantastick spirit, Who would corrupt out bodies too likewise, As this our mindes, and make our health to be As trouolesome as sicknesse, to deuise, That no part of vs euer should be free; Both forraging on our credulitie, Take still th'aduantage of our weakenesses; Both cloath their friuolous vncertainties In strange attyres, to make it seene the lesse. Amyntas must come back I know this way, And here it will be best for me to stay, And here, indeed he comes, poore man I site All quite dismaide and now ile worke on him. Come, who tels troth Amynta, who deceiues Your expectation now, Cloris, or I? Peace Techne peace, and doe not interrupt The griefe that hath no leasure to attend Ought but itselfe, and hath shut vp with it All other sense in priuate close within, From doing any thing, but onely thinke.