Chapman, George · published 1606 · first performed or written 1602 [Sep 18] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Fie for shame. I never heard of such an antedame. Do women bring no help of soul to men? Why friend they either are men's souls themselves Or the most witty null of them Or prettiest sweet apes of humane Souls, That ever Nature framed; as I will prove. For first they be Substantiae lucidae And purer than men's bodies like their souls, Which men's harsh hairs both of their breast & chin Occasioned by their gross and ruder heat Plainly demonstrates: Then like souls they do, Movere corpora, for no power on earth Moves a man's body, as a woman does! Then do they Dare formas corpori Or add fair forms to men, as their souls do: For but for women, who wood care for forms? I vow I never wood wash face, nor hands Nor care how ragged, or slovenly I went Were't not for women, who of all men's pomps Are the true final causes: Then they make Men in their Seeds immortal like their Souls That else wood perish in a span of time. Oh they be soul-like-creatures, and my Niece The Soul of twenty rare Souls stilled in one. That, that it is my Lord, that makes me love. Oh are ye come Sir, welcome to my Niece As I may say at midnight gentle friend What have you wrote I pray? Strange stuff my Lord. Indeed the way to believe is to love And the right way to love is to believe, This I will carry now with pen and Ink For her to use in answer, see, sweet friend She shall not stay to call, but while the steel Of her affection is made soft and hot, I'll strike and take occasion by the brow. Blessed is the wooing that's not long a doing. Had ever man so true, and noble friend? Or wood men think this sharp world's freezing Air To all true honour and judicial love Wood suffer such a flourishing pine in both To overlook the box-trees of this time? When the learned mind hath by impulsion wrought Her eyes clear fire into a knowing flame. No elemental smoke can darken it Nor Northern coldness nip her Daphnean flower, O sacred friendship thanks to thy kind power That being retired from all the faithless world appear'st to me in my unworldly friend, And for thine own sake let his noble mind By moving precedent to all his kind (Like just Deucalion) of earth's stony bones Repair the world with human blood and flesh And dying virtue with new life refresh. 'tis time to leave your Chests Ladies 'tis too studious an exercise after dinner. Why is it called Chests? Because they lean upon their Chests that play at it. I wood have it called the strife of wits, for 'tis a game so witty, that with strife for mastery, we hunt it eagerly. Specially where the wit of the Goosecaps are in chase my Lord.
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Fie for shame. I neuer heard of such an antedame. Doe women bring no helpe of soule to men? VVhy friend they either are mens soules themselues Or the most wittie Imitatrixs of them Or prettiest sweet apes of humaine Soules, That euer Nature fram'd; as I will proue. For first they be Substantiae lucidae And prer then mens bodies like their soules, VVhich mens harsh haires both of their brest & chinne Occasiond by their grose and uder heate Plainely demonstrates: Then like soules they doe, Mouere corpora, for no power on earth Moues a mans bodie, as a woman does! Then doe they Dare formas corpori Or adde faire formes to men, as their soules doe: For but for women, who wood care for formes? I vowe I neuer wood washe face, nor hands Nor care how ragg'd, or flouenlie I went VVer't not for women, who of all mens pompes Are the true finall causes: Then they make Men in their Seedes imortall like their Soules That els wood perish in a spanne of time. Oh they be Soulelike-Creatures, and my Neece The Soule of twentie rare Soules stild in one. That, that it is my Lord, that makes me loue. Oh are ye come Sir, welcome to my Neece As I may say at midnight gentle friend What haue you wrott I pray? Strange stuffe my Lord. Indeed the way to belieue is to loue And the right way to loue is to belieue, This I will carry now with pen and Inke For her to vse in answere, see, sweet friend She shall not stay to call, but while the steele Of her affection is made softe and hott, Ile strike and take occasion by the browe. Blest is the wooing thats not long a dooing. Had euer man so true, and noble friend? Or wood men thinke this sharpe worlds freezing Aire To all true honour and iudiciall loue VVood suffer such a florishing pyne in both To ouerlooke the boxe-trees of this time? VVhen the learnd mind hath by impulsion wrought Her eyes clre fire into a knowing flame. No elementall smoke can darken it Nor Northen coldes nyppe her Daphnean flower, O sacred friendshippe thanks to thy kind power That being retir'd from all the faithles worlde Appearst to me in my vnworldly friend, And for thine owne sake let his noble mind By mouing presedent to all his kind (Like iust Deucalion) of earths stonie bones Repaire the world with humane bloud and flesh And dying vertue with new life refresh. Tis time to leaue your Chests Ladies tis too studious an exercise after dinner. Why is it cal'd Chests? Because they leane vppon their Chests that play at it. I wood haue it cald the strife of wittes, for tis game so witti, that with strife for maisterie, wee hunt it eagerly. Specially where the wit of the Gcaps are in cha my Lord.