Anonymous · published 1606 · first performed or written 1602 [1601-1602] (Annals) comedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
satires sing, let sorrow keep her Cell, Let warbling Echoes ring, And sounding music yell Through hills, through dales, sad grief and care to kill In him long since alas hath grieved his fill. Sleep no more, but wake and live content, Thy grief the Nymphs deplore, The Sylvan gods lament To hear, to see thy moan, thy loss thy love: Thy plaints, to tears, the flinty rocks do move. Grieue not then, the Queene of Loue is mi, She sweetly smiles on men, When reasons most beguiled: Her looks, her smiles, are kind, are sweet, are fair, Awake therefore and sleep not still in care. Love intends, to free thee from annoy His Nymphs Syluanus sends, To bid thee live in joy, In hope, in joy, sweet love delights embrace, Fair love herself will yield thee so What do I hear? what harmony is this? With silver sound that glutteth Sophos ears? And drives sad passions from his heavy heart, Presaging some good future hap shall fall, After these blustering blasts of discontent: Thanks gentle Nymphs and satires too adieu, That thus compassionate a loyal lovers woe, When heavens sit smiling at his dire mishaps. With weary steps I trace these desert groves And search to find out Sophos secret walks, My truest vowed friend and Lelia's dearest love. Soph. What voice is this sounds Lelia's sacred name? He riseth. Is it some Satire that hath viewed her late, And's grown enamoured of her gorgeous hue? No Satire Sophos; but thy ancient friend, Whose dearest blood doth rest at thy command. Hath sorrow lately bleared thy watery eyes, That thou forgettest the lasting league of love, Long since was vowed betwixt thyself and me? Look on me man: I am thy friend. Sophos. O now I know thee, now thou namest my friend: I have no friend to whom I dare unload the burden of my grief, But only Fortunatus, he's my second self, How fares my friend? methinks you look not well: Your eyes are sunk, your cheeks look pale and wan, What means this alteration? My mind sweet friend is like a mastless ship, That's huld and tossed upon the surging seas, By Boreas bitter blasts and Aeol's whistling winds, On Rockes and sands, farre from the wished po Whereon my silly ship desires to land, Fair Lelia's love that is the wished haven, Wherein my wandering mind would take repose, For want of which my restless thoughts are tossed: For want of which, all Sophos joys are lost. Doth Sophos love my sister Lelia? She, she, it is whose love I wish to gain: Nor need I wish, nor do I love in vain, My love she doth repay with equal meed: 'tis strange you'll say that Sophos should not speed. Your love repaid with equal meed? And yet you languish still in love? 'tis strange: From whence proceeds your grief? unfold unto your friend, A friend may yield relief.
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SAtyres ſing, let ſorrow keepe hir Cell, Let warbling Ecchoes ring, And ſounding muſickeyell Through hils, through dales, ad griefe and care to kill In him ong ſince alas hath grieu'd his fill. Sleepe no more, but wake and liue content, Thy griefe the Nymphes deplore, The Syluan gods lament To heare, to ſee thy mone, thy loſſe thy loue: Thy plaints, to teares, the flinty rockes do moo. Grieue not then, the Queene of Loue is mi, Shee ſweetly ſmiles on men▪ When reaſons moſt beguil'd: Hir lookes, hir ſmiles, are kind, are ſweet, are Awake therefore and ſleepe not ſtill in care. Loue intends, to free thee from His Nymphes Syluanus ſendes, To bid thee liue in ioy, In hope, in ioy, ſweet loue delights Faire loue hir ſelfe will yeeld What do I heare? what harmony is this▪ With ſiluer ſound that glutteth Sophos eares▪ And driues ſad paſſions from his heauy heart, Preſaging ſome good future hap ſhall fall, After theſe bluſtring blaſts of diſcontent: Thanks gentle Nymphes and Satyres too adiew, That thus compaſſionate a loyall louers woe, When heauens ſit ſmiling at his dire miſhaps. With weary ſteps I trace theſe deſert groues And ſearch to find out Sophos ſecret walkes, My trueſt vowed friend and Lelias deareſt loue. Soph. What voice is this ſounds Lelias ſacred name? He riſeth. Is it ſome Satyre that hath vew'd hir late, Ands growne in amour'd of hir gorgeous hew? No Satyre Sophos; but thy ancient friend, Whoſe deareſt bloud doth reſt at thy command. Hath ſorow lately blear'd thy watry eyes, That thou forgetſt the laſting league of loue, Long ſince was vow'd betwixt thy ſelfe and me? Looke on me man: I am thy friend. Sophos. O now I know thee, now thou nam'ſt my friend: no friend to whom I dare vnload the burthen of my griefe, But onely Fortunatus, hees my ſecond ſelfe, How fares my friend? me thinks you look not wel: Your eyes are ſunk, your cheekes looke pale and wan, What meanes this alteration? My mind ſweet friend is like a maſtleſſe ſhip, Thats huld and toſt vpon the ſurging ſeas, By Boreas bitter blaſts and Eoles whiſtling winds, On Rockes and ſands, farre from the wiſhed po Whereon my ſilly ſhip deſires to land, Faire Lelias loue that is the wiſhed hauen, Wherein my wandring mind would take repoſe, For want of which my reſtleſſe thoughts are toſt: For want of which, all Sophos ioyes are loſt. Doth Sophos loue my ſiſter Lelia? She, ſhe, it is whoſe loue I wiſh to gaine: Nor neede I wiſh, nor do I loue in vaine, My loue ſhee doth repay with equall meede: Tis ſtrange youle ſay that Sophos ſhould not ſpeed. Your loue repaid with equall meede? And yet you languiſh ſtill in loue? tis ſtrange: Frō whence proceeds your grief? vnfold vnto your friend▪ A friend may yeeld reliefe.