Barry, Lording · published 1608 · first performed or written 1603 [c.1603-1607] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.85 · 542 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
IF for opinion hath not blazed his fame, Nor expectation filled the general round, You deem his labours slight, you both confound Your graver judgement and his merits. Impartial hearing fits judicious spirits, Nor let the fruit of many an hour fall, By envies tooth, or base detractions gall. Both which are tokens of such abject spirits, Which wanting worth, themselves hate other merits: Or else of such, which once made great by fame, Repine at those which seek t'attain the same. From both we know all truer judgements free To them our muse with blushing modesty Patiently to her entreats their favour, Which done, with judgement praise, or else dislike the labour. tricks and shows; protestations with men are like tears with women, forgot ere the cheek be dry: Gerardine is a gentleman, his Lands be in Statutes: A is not for thee nor thou for him, a is a Gallant, and young thoughts be most unconstant. Yet young vines yield most wine. But old veins the best, believe not these great breeched gallants, they love for profit, not for affection, if 'a brings thee to a fools paradise, a will forsake thee. Which fortune, God send my enemy: Love is a cold heat, a bitter sweet, a pleasure full of pain, a huge loss, and no gain, why shouldst thou love him only? Words cannot force what destiny hath sealed, Who can resist the influence of his stars, Or give a reason why a loves, or hates Since our affections are not ruled by will, But will by our affections. 'tis blasphemy 'gainst loves most sacred deity, to axe Why we do love, since 'tis his only power That sways all our affections, all things which be Beasts, Birds, Men, Gods, pay him their fealty Tut, Love is an idle fantasy, bred by desire, nursed by delight, An humour that begins his dominion in Leo the Lion, the sign of the heart, and ends in Aries the Ram, the sign of the head, His power is to stir the blood, pricks up the flesh, fills all the body with a libidinous humour, and is indeed the overture of all Ladies: which to prevent, I have banished Gerardine (your dearly beloved) my house, and as for you, since I In her smile deceitful. in her hate revengeable. And in nothing but her death acceptable, I'll tell thee: there's no creature more desirous of an honest name and worse keeps it, than a woman, Dost here, follow this song & if ever thou forsake thy Country for a wagtail, let me be whipped to death with ladies' hair-laces. Let's here that worthy song Gentle master Lipsalve. Observe? Now if I list will I love no more Nor longer wait upon a gill. Since every place now yields a wench If one will not another will; And if what I have heard be true Then young and old, and all will do: How dost thou like this? man. No more no more, This is the chamber which Confines my love, This is the Abstract of the spacious world, Within it holds a gem, so rich so rare That Art or nature never yet could set A valued prize to her in valued worth.
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IF for opinion hath not blazd his fame, Nor expectation filld the generall round, You deeme his labors ſlight, you both confound Your grauer iudgement and his merits. Impartiall hearing fits iudicious ſpirits▪ Nor let the fruit of many an hower fall, By enuies tooth, or baſe detractions gall. Both which are tokens of ſuch abiect ſpirits, Which wanting worth, themſelues hate other merits: Or els of ſuch, which once made greate by fame, Repine at thoſe which ſeeke t'attaine the ſame. From both we know all truer iudgements free To them our muſe with bluſhing modeſtie Patiently to her intreats their fauour, Which done, with iudgement praiſe, or els diſlike the labour. TRickes and ſhowes; proteſtations with men are like teares with weomen, forgot ere the cheeke be drie: Gerardine is a gentleman, his Lands be in Statutes: A is not for thee nor thou for him, a is a Gallant, and yong thoughts be moſt vnconſtant. Yet yong vines yeeld moſt wine. But old veynes the beſt, beleeue not theſe great breecht gallants, they loue for profit, not for affection, if a brings thee to a fooles paradice, a will forſake thee. VVhich fortune, God ſend my enemy: Loue is a colde heate, a bitter ſweete, a pleaſure full of paine, a huge loſſe, and no gaine, why ſhouldſt thou loue him onely? VVords cannot force what deſtiny hath ſeald, VVho can reſiſt the influence of his ſtars, Or giue a reaſon why a loues, or hates Since our affections are not ruld by will, But will by our affections. Tis blaſphemy Gainſt Loues moſt ſacred deity, to axe VVhy we do loue, ſince tis his onely power That ſwayes all our affections, all things which be Beaſts, Birds, Men, Gods, pay him their fealty Tut, Loue is an idle phantaſie, bred by deſire, nurſt by delight, An humour that begins his dominion in Leo the Lyon, the ſigne of the hart, and ends in Aries the Ram, the ſigne of the head, His power is to ſtir the bloud, prickes vp the fleſh, fills all the body with a libidinous humour, and is indeed the ouerture of all Ladies: which to preuent, J haue baniſht Gerardine (your dearly beloued) my houſe, and as for you, ſince I In her ſmile deceitfull. Jn her hate reuengeable. And in nothing but her death acceptable, Jle tell thee: ther's no creature more deſirous of an honeſt name and worſe keepes it, then a woman, Doſt heere, follow this ſong & if euer thou forſake thy Country for a wagtayle, let me be whipt to death with ladies hearelaces. Letts heere that worthy ſong Gentill maſter Lipſalue. Obſerue? Now if I liſt will I loue no more Nor longer waite vpon a gill. Since euery place now yeeldes a wench If one will not another will; And if what I haue heard be true Then young and old, and all will doe: How doſt thou like this? man. No more no more, This is the chamber which Confines my loue, This is the Abſtract of the ſpacious world, VVithin it holds a Iemm, ſo ritch ſo rare That Arte or nature neuer yet could ſet A valued priſe to her in valued worth.