Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Rests not within our bosom every thought, Tuned by a sympathy of mutual love? Thou mar'st the music if thou change in aught, Which straight by my distemperature I prove. Soul of my soul, unfold what is amiss, My mind some great disaster doth divine, And even excuse my curiousness in this, Since it concerns thy state, and therefore mine. I wonder that thou dost thy frailty show, All women are by nature curious still; And yet till now thou never craved to know, More than I pleased t'impart of my free will. Nought save the wife a man within the walls, Nor nought save him without fits her t'embrace: And it's unseemly though it sometime falls, When any sex usurps another's place. deer, their wonted course thy cares enure; I may have matters that import the state, Whose opening up might my disgrace procure, Whose weight would for thy weakness be too great. I was not (Brutus) matched with thee, to be A partner only of thy board and bed, Each servile whore in those might equal me, That did herself to nought but pleasure wed; No, Portia spoused thee with a mind t'abide Thy fellow in all fortunes, good, or ill. With chains of mutual love together tied, As those that have two breasts, one heart, two souls, one will. With sacred bands whom holy Hymen binds, They tween them should communicate all things; Yea both the bodies labours, and the minds, Whence either pleasure or displeasure springs. If thus thou seek thy sorrows to conceal Through a disdain, or a mistrust of me; Then to the world what way can I reveal, How great a matter I would do for thee. And though our sex too talkative be deemed, As those whose tongues import our greatest powers, For secrets still bad treasurers esteemed Of others greedy, prodigal of ours; Good education may reform defects, And I this vantage have t'a virtuous life, Which other minds do want, and mine respects: I'm Cato's daughter, and I'm Brutus' wife; Yet would I not repose my trust in aught, Still thinking that thy cross was great to bear, Till that my courage was t'a trial brought, Which suffering for thy cause can nothing fear. For first t'experience how I could comport, With stern afflictions spirit-enfeebling blows, Ere I would seek t'assault thee in this sort, To whom my soul a duteous reverence owes. Lo, here a wound, which makes me not to smart, Though by myself being made, to make me known, Since thy distress strikes deeper in my heart, Thy grief (life's joy) makes me neglect mine own. Thou must (dear love) that which thou sought receive, Thy heart so high a sail t'a tempest bears, That thy great courage doth deserve to have Our enterprise entrusted to thine ears. Thy magnanimity prevails so far, That it my resolution must control: And of my bosom doth the depths unbar, To lodge thee in the centre of my soul.
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Reſts not within our boſome euery thought, Tun'd by a ſimpathy of mutuall loue? Thou marrſt the muſicke if thou change in ought, Which ſtraight by my diſtemperature I proue. Soule of my ſoule, vnfold what is amiſſe, My minde ſome great diſaſter doth diuine, And euen excuſe my couriouſneſſe in this, Since it concernes thy ſtate, and therefore mine. I wonder that thou doſt thy frailtie ſhew, All women are by nature curious ſtill; And yet till now thou neuer crau'd to know, More then I pleaſde t'impart of my free will. Nought ſaue the wife a man within the walles, Nor nought ſaue him without fits her t'embrace: And it's vnſeemely though it ſometime falles, When any ſexe vſurpes anothers place. Deere, their wounted courſe thy cares inure; I may haue matters that import the ſtate, Whoſe opning vp might my diſgrace procure, Whoſe weight would for thy weakneſſe be too great. I was not (Brutus) match'd with thee, to bee A partner only of thy boorde and bed, Each ſeruile whore in thoſe might equall me, That did her ſelfe to nought but pleaſure wed; No, Portia ſpouſde thee with a minde t'abide Thy fellow in all fortunes, good, or ill. With chaines of mutuall loue together tyde, As thoſe that haue two breaſts, one heart, two ſoules, one will. With ſacred bands whom holy Hymen bindes, They tweene them ſhould communicate all things; Yea both the bodies labors, and the mindes, Whence either pleaſure or diſpleaſure ſprings. If thus thou ſeeke thy ſorrowes to conceale Through a diſdaine, or a miſtruſt of me; Then to the world what way can I reueale, How great a matter I would doe for thee. And though our ſexe too talkatiue be deem'd, As thoſe whoſe tongues import our greateſt powres, For ſecrets ſtill bad treaſurers eſteem'd Of others greedy, prodigall of ours; Good education may reforme defects, And I this vantage haue t'a vertuous life, Which other mindes do want, and mine reſpects: I'm Catoes daughter, and I'm Brutus wife; Yet would I not repoſe my truſt in ought, Still thinking that thy croſſe was great to beare, Till that my courage was t'a triall brought, Which ſuffring for thy cauſe can nothing feare. For firſt t'experience how I could comport, With ſterne afflictions ſpirit-enfeebling blowes, Ere I would ſeeke t'aſſault thee in this ſort, To whom my ſoule a duteous reuerence owes. Loe, heere a wound, which makes me not to ſmart, Though by my ſelfe being made, to make me knowne, Since thy diſtreſſe ſtrikes deeper in my heart, Thy griefe (lifes ioy) makes me neglect mine owne. Thou muſt (deare loue) that which thou ſought receiue, Thy heart ſo high a ſaile t'a tempeſt beares, That thy great courage doth deſerue to haue Our enterpriſe entruſted to thine eares. Thy magnanimitie preuailes ſo farre, That it my reſolution muſt controule: And of my boſome doth the depths vnbarre, To lodge thee in the centre of my ſoule.