Marston, John · published 1606 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Faun thou dost love me: if I ha' done so 'tis past my knowledge, and I prithee Faun If thou observest, I do I know not what Make me to know it, for by the dear light I ha' not found a thought that way; I apt for love? Let lazy idleness filled full of wine, Heated with meats, high fed with lustful ease Go dote on colour, as for me: why death a sense I court the Lady? I was not borne in Cyprus, I love, when? how? whom? think, let us yet keep Our reason sound; I'll think, & think, & sleep. Amazed, even lost in wondering, I restful Of covetous expectation: I am left As on a rock, from whence I may discern The giddy sea of humour slow beneath, Upon whose back the vainer bubbles float And forthwith break, o mighty flattery Thou easiest, commonest, and most grateful venom That poisons Courts, and all societies, How grateful dost thou make me? should one rail And come to fear a vice, beware leg-rings And the turned key on thee, when if softer hand Suppling a sore that itches (which should smart) Free speech gains foes, base fawnings steal the heart, Swell you impostumed members till you burst Since 'tis in vain to hinder, on i'll thrust And when in shame you fall, I'll laugh from hence, And cry, so end all desperate impudence. another's court shall show me where and how Vice may be cured, for now beside myself Possessed with almost frenzy, from strong fervour I know I shall produce things mere divine, Without immoderate heat, no virtues shine For I speak strong, though strange, the dews that steep Our souls in deepest thoughts, are Fury and Sleep. Faith Faun 'tis my humour, the natural sin of my sanguine complexion, I am most enforcedly in love with all women, almost affecting them all with an equal flame. An excellent justice of an upright virtue, you love all God's creatures with an unpartial affection. Right, neither am I inconstant to any one in particular. Though you love all in general, true, for when you vow a most devoted love to one you swear not to tender a most devoted love to another, and indeed why should any man overlove any thing, 'tis judgement for a man to love every thing proportionably to his virtue. I love a dog with a hunting pleasure, as he is pleasurable in hunting, my horse after a journeying easiness as he is easy in journeying, my hawk, to the goodness of his wing, and my wench— How sweet Fawn, how? Why according to her creation, nature made them pretty, toying, idle fantastic imperfect creatures, even so I would in justice affect them, with a pretty toying idle fantastic imperfect affection, and as indeed they are only created for show and pleasure, so would I only love them for show and pleasure. Why that's my humour to the very thread, thou dost speak my proper thoughts.
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Faune thou dost loue me: if I ha done so Tis past my knowledge, and I preethe Faune If thou obseru'st, I doe I know not what Make me to know it, for by the deare light I ha not found a thought that way; I apt for loue? Let lazy idlenes fild full of wine, Heated with meates, high fedde with lustfull ease Goe dote on culler, as for me: why death a sence I court the Ladie? I was not borne in Cyprus, I loue, when? how? whome? thinke, let vs yet keepe Our reason sound; Ile thinke, & thinke, & sleepe. Amazd, euen lost in wondring, I restfull Of couetous expectation: I am left As on a rock, from whence I may discerne The giddie sea of humour slowe beneath, Vpon whose backe the vayner bubles floate And forthwith breake, o mightie flatterie Thou easiest, commonst, and most gratefull venome That poysons Courts, and all societies, How gratefull dost thou make me? should one rayle And come to feare a vice, beware legge-ringes And the turnd key on thee, when if softer hand Suppling a sore that itches (which should smart) Free speech gaines foes, base fawnings steale the heart, Swell you impostumbd members till you burst Since tis in vaine to hinder, on ile thrust And when in shame you fall, Ile laugh from hence, And crie, so end all desperate impudence. An others court shall shew me where and how Vice may be cur'de, for now beside my selfe Possest with almost phrenzie, from strong feruor I know I shall produce things meere deuine, Without immoderate heate, no vertues shine For I speake strong, tho strange, the dewes that steepe Our soules in deepest thoughts, are Furie and Sleepe. Faith Faune tis my humor, the naturall sinne of my sanguine complection, I am most inforcedly in loue with all women, almost affeicting them all with an equall flame. An excellent iustice of an vpright vertue, you loue all Gods creatures with an vnpartiall affection. Right, neither am I inconstant to any one in particular. Tho you loue all in generall, true, for when you vowe a most deuoted loue to one you sweare not to tender a most deuoted loue to another, and indeede why shoulde any man ouer-loue any thing, tis iudgement for a man to loue euery thing proportionably to his vertue. I loue a dogge with a hunting pleasure, as he is pleasurable in hunting, my horse after a iourneing easines as he is easie in iournying, my hawke, to the goodnesse of his winge, and my wench— How sweet Fawne, how? Why according to her creation, nature made them prettie, toying, idle phantastique imperfect creatures, euen so I would in iustice affect them, with a pretty toying idle phantastique imperfect affection, and as indeed they are onely created for shew and pleasure, so would I onely loue them for shew and pleasure. Why that's my humor to the very thread, thou dost speak my proper thoughts.