The Queen's Arcadia (Arcadia Reformed) · chunk 26 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 · 516 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
'tis true indeed you say, I am beloved, Sweet Amarillis, and perhaps much more Than I would be: plenty doth make me poor. For now my heart, as if divided stands Betwixt two passions love, and pity both, That draw it either way with that main force, As that I know not which to yield unto: And then fear in the midst, holds m in suspense, lest I loathe both by mine improvidence. How may that be Dorinda? you know this, You can enjoy but one, and one there is Ought to possess your heart, and love alone, Who hunts two Hares at one time, catches none. I must tell you dear friend the whole discourse From whom I cannot any thing conceal, Arcadia knows, and every Shepherd knows How much Mirtillus hath deserved of me, And how long time his woeful suit hath lain, Depending on the mercy of mine eyes, For whom I do confess, pity hath been Th' Attorney evermore that stands and pleads Before my heart, the justice of his cause, And says he ought have love, by loves own laws. But now the master sovereign Lord of hearts. That great commander, and that tyrant love, Who must have all according to his will, Whom pity only Ushers goes before, As lightning doth the thunder, he says no, And will that Colax only have my heart, That gallant herdsman full of skill and art: And all experience of loves mysteries: To whom I must confess me to have given The earnest of my love; but since that time I never saw the man, which makes me much To wonder that his dealings should be such: For either love, hath in respect that I Despised have the true and honest faith, Of one that loved me with sincerity, Made me the spoil of falsehood and contempt, Or else perhaps the same is done to try, My resolution, and my constancy? But yet I fear the worst, and fear I may, lest he now having got the victory, Cares for no more; and seeing he knows my love Turns towards him, he turns his back to me, So that I know not what were best resolve, Either to stand unto the doubtful faith Of one that bath so dangerously begun, Or else return t' accept Mirtillus' love, Who will perhaps when mine begins have done So that enwrapped in this distracted toil I vex, and know not what to do the while. And therefore Amarillis I think sure, (Seeing now how others love in me hath proved) You are most happy not to be beloved. Now here between you two, kind loving souls, I know there can be no talk but of love, Love must be all the scope of your discourse, Alas poor hearts, I wonder how you can In this deceitful world think of a man. For they do nothing but make fools of you, And laugh when they have done, and prove untrue. Well Cloris well, rejoice that you are free, You may be touched one day as well as we.
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' is true indeed you say, I am belou'd, Sweete Amarillis, and perhaps much more Then I would be: plentie doth make me poore. For now my heart, as if deuided stands Betwixt two passions loue, and pitty both, That draw it either way with that maine force, As that I know not which to yeeld vnto: And then feare in the midst, holds m in suspence, Least I loath both by mine improuidence. How may that be Dorinda? you know this, You can enioy but one, and one there is Ought to possesse your heart, and loue alone, Who hunts two Hares at one time, catches none. I must tell you deare friend the whole discourse From whom I cannot any thing conceale, Arcadia knowes, and euery Shepheard knowes How much Mirtillus hath deseru'd of me, And how long time his wofull sute hath laine, Depending on the mercie of mine eyes, For whom I doe confesse, pittie hath bene Th' Aturnie euermore that stands and pleades Before my heart, the iustice of his cause, And sayes he ought haue loue, by loues owne lawes. But now the maister sou'raigne Lord of hearts. That great commander, and that tyrant loue, Who must haue all according to his will, Whom pittie onely Vshers goes before, As lightning doth the thunder, he sayes no, And will that Colax onely haue my heart, That gallant heardsman full of skill and arte: And all experience of loues my steries: To whom I must confesse me to haue giuen The earnest of my loue; but since that time I neuer saw the man, which makes me much To wonder that his dealings should be such: For either loue, hath in respect that I Despised haue the true and honest faith, Of one that lou'd me with sinceritie, Made me the spoile of falshood and contempt, Or else perhaps the same is done to trie, My resolution, and my constancie? But yet I feare the worst, and feare I may, Least he now hauing got the victorie, Cares for no more; and seeing he knowes my loue Turnes towards him, he turnes his back to me, So that I know not what were best resolue, Either to stand vnto the doubtfull faith Of one that bath so dangerously begun, Or else returne accept Mirtillus loue, Who will perhaps when mine begins haue done So that inwrapt in this distracted toyle I vexe, and know not what to doe the whil And therefore Amarillis I thinke sure, (Se'ing now how others loue in me hath prou'd) You are most happy not to be belou'd. Now here between you two, kinde louing soules, I know there can be no talke but of loue, Loue must be all the scope of your discourse, Alas poore hearts, I wonder how you can In this deceiptfull world thinke of a man. For they doe nothing but make fooles of you, And laugh when they haue done, and prooue vntrue. Well Cloris well, reioye that you are free, You may be toucht one day as well as we.