Chapman, George · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) tragedy · Children of Paul's (second) · Paul's unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 473 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Sin is a coward Madam, and insults But on our weakness, in his truest valour: And so our ignorance tames us, that we let His shadows fright us: and like empty clouds In which our faulty apprehensions forge The forms of Dragons, Lions, Elephants, When they hold no proportion: the sly charms Of the witch policy makes him, like a monster Kept only to show men for Goddess money: That false hag often paints him: in her cloth Ten times more monstrous than he is in troth: In three of us, the secret of our meeting, Is only guarded, and three friends as one Have ever been esteemed: as our three powers That in our one soul, are, as one united: Why should we fear then? for my truth I swear Sooner shall torture, be the Sire to pleasure, And health be grievous to men long time sick, Than the dear jewel of your fame in me, Be made an outcast to your infamy; Nor shall my value (sacred to your virtues) Only give free course to it, from myself: But make it fly out of the mouths of kings In golden vapours, and with awful wings. It rests as all kings seals were set in thee. It is not I, but urgent destiny, That (as great states men for their general end In politic justice, make poor men offend) Enforceth my offence to make it just: What shall weak Dames do, when th'whole work of Nature Hath a strong finger in each one of us? Needs must that sweep away the silly cobweb Of our still-undone labours; that lays still Our powers to it: as to the line, the stone, Not to the stone, the line should be opposed; We cannot keep our constant course in virtue: What is alike at all parts? every day Differs from other: every hour and minute: ay, every thought in our false clock of life, Oft times inverts the whole circumference: We must be sometimes one, sometimes another: Our bodies are but thick clouds to our souls; Through which they cannot shine when they desire: When all the stars, and even the sun himself, Must stay the vapours times that he exhales Before he can make good his beams to us: O how can we, that are but motes to him, wandering at random in his ordered rays, Disperse our passions fumes, with our weak labours, That are more thick & black than all earth's vapours? Good day, my love: what up and ready too! Both, (my dear Lord) not all this night made I myself unready, or could sleep a wink. alas, what troubled my true love? my peace, From being at peace within her better self? Or how could sleep forbear to seize thy beauties When he might challenge them as his just prize?
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Sin is a coward Madam, and insults But on our weaknesse, in his truest valour: And so our ignorance tames vs, that we let His shadowes fright vs: and like empty clouds In which our faulty apprehensions fordge The formes of Dragons, Lions, Elephants, When they hold no proportion: the slie charmes Of the witch policy makes him, like a monster Kept onely to shew men for Goddesse money: That false hagge often paints him: in her cloth Ten times more monstrous than he is in troth: In three of vs, the secret of our meeting, Is onely guarded, and three friends as one Haue euer beene esteem'd: as our three powers That in our one soule, are, as one vnited: Why should we feare then? for my truth I sweare Sooner shall torture, be the Sire to pleasure, And health be grieuous to men long time sicke, Than the deare iewell of your fame in me, Be made an outcast to your infamy; Nor shall my value (sacred to your vertues) Onely giue free course to it, from my selfe: But make it flie out of the mouths of kings In golden vapours, and with awfull wings. It rests as all kings seales were set in thee. It is not I, but vrgent destiny, That (as great states men for their generall end In politique iustice, make poore men offend) Enforceth my offence to make it iust: What shall weake Dames doe, when t'whole worke of Nature Hath a strong finger in each one of vs? Needs must that sweep away the silly cobweb Of our still-vndone labours; that laies still Our powers to it: as to the line, the stone, Not to the stone, the line should be oppos'd; We cannot keepe our constant course in vertue: What is alike at all parts? euery day Differs from other: euery houre and minute: I, euery thought in our false clock of life, Oft times inuerts the whole circumference: We must be sometimes one, sometimes another: Our bodies are but thicke clouds to our soules; Through which they cannnot shine when they desire: When all the starres, and euen the sunne himselfe, Must stay the vapors times that he exhales Before he can make good his beames to vs: O how can we, that are but motes to him, VVandring at randon in his orderd rayes, Disperse our passions fumes, with our weake labors, That are more thick & black than all earths vapors? Good day, my loue: what vp and ready too! Both, (my deare Lord) not all this night made I My selfe vnready, or could sleepe a winke. Ahlasse, what troubled my true loue? my peace, From being at peace within her better selfe? Or how could sleepe forbeare to sease thy beauties VVhen he might challenge them as his iust prise?