Barry, Lording · published 1608 · first performed or written 1603 [c.1603-1607] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
And i'faith we shall requite your pains to the full. To the fool you mean: I know you ha' the horn of plenty for me, which you would derive unto me, from the liberality of your bawdies, not your minds; here are Lords, that having learned the O.P.Q. of Courtship, travel up and down among citizens wives to show their learning, and bringing up: as if the City were not already a good proficient in the Court hornbook: yes I warrant they have heads as capable as other men; I and some of them can wisely say with the philosopher, that in knowing all they know nothing. Well, because I am of the Livery, and pay Scot and Lot amongst you, do but observe how i'll fetch over my gallants for your sakes; they say I am of the right hair, and indeed they may stand to't, and hold the position good; saving with my wife: soft, are they not at pro and contra already? I know they are hot spurs, and I must have an eye to the main. They have been whipped already for lechery, and yet the pride of the flesh pricks 'em; well I must in, I have given them such a Pill shall take 'em down, for lust must have his fill. Now nature's pencil, and the hand of time, Gives life and limb, to generations Act; My shame and guilt in wordless notes appear The argument of scorn, O now I stand The Theme and comment to each liberal tongue, Whilst hope breeds comfort, and fear threats my wrong. O Gerardine how oft thy lively figure (Deadly impressed in my yielding temper) Assures me thou art mine: how fancy paints Thy true proportion in my troubled sleep, Because sole subject of my daily thoughts; O if thy vows prove feigned, and thou unjust, I say and swear, in men there is no trust. Thus have I passed the Round and Court of Guard, Without the word: either conceit is strong, Or else the Body where true love's confined, Walks as a Spirit, and doth force his way Through greatest dangers frightful to those eyes, That wait to intercept him: Maria? How like to Cynthia in her silver Orb She seems to me, attended by loves Lamp Whose mutual Influence, and soul's sympathy Doth show, heavens model in mortality. Gerardine? Aurora now the blushing Sons approach, D'art not more comfort to this Universe Than thou to me: most acceptably come, The Art of number cannot count the hours Thou hast been absent. Infinity of Love Holds no proportion with Arithmetic. Think not Maria but my heart retains A deep impression of such thoughts as these: I have been forging of a mirthful Plot, To celebrate our wished Conjunction; Which now digested, come to summon thee To be an Actress in the Comedy.
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And yfaith we ſhall requite your paines to the full. To the foole you meane: I know you ha the horne of plenty for me, which you would deriue vnto me, from the liberality of your bawdies, not your minds; here are Lordes, that hauing learnd the O.P.Q. of Courtſhip, trauell vp and down among Cittizens wiues to ſhew their learning, and bringing vppe: as if the City were not already a good proficient in the Court Hornebooke: yes I warrant they haue heads as capable as other men; I and ſome of them can wiſely ſay with the philoſopher, that in knowing all they know nothing. VVell, becauſe I am of the Liuery, and pay Scot and Lot amongſt you, doe but obſerue how ile fetch ouer my gallants for your ſakes; they ſay I am of the right hayre, and indeed they may ſtand too't, and hould the poſition good; ſauing with my wife: ſoft, are they not at pro and contra already? I knowe they are hote ſpurres, and I muſt haue an eye to the maine. They haue bin whipt already for lechery, and yet the pride of the fleſh pricks 'hem; well I muſt in, I haue giuen them ſuch a Pill ſhall take 'hem downe, for luſt muſt haue his fill. Now natures penſill, and the hand of time, Giues life and lym, to generations Act; My ſhame and guilt in wordles notes appeare The argument of ſcorne, O now J ſtand The Theame and coment to each liberall tongue, Whilſt hope breeds comfort, and feare threats my wrong. O Gerardine how oft thy liuely figure (Deadly impreſſed in my yeelding temper) Aſſures me thou art mine: how fancy paynts Thy true proportion in my troubled ſleepe, Becauſe ſole ſubiect of my dayly thoughts; O if thy vowes proue fayn'd, and thou vniuſt, I ſay and ſweare, in men there is no truſt. Thus haue J paſt the Round and Court of Guard, Without the word: either conceipt is ſtrong, Or elſe the Body where true lou's confin'd, VValkes as a Spirit, and doth force his way Through greateſt dangers frightfull to thoſe eies, That wayt to entercept him: Maria? How like to Cynthia in her ſiluer Orbe She ſeems to me, attended by loues Lampe VVhoſe mutuall Jnfluence, and ſoules ſympathy Doth ſhew, heauens modell in mortality▪ Gerardine? Aurora now the bluſhing Sons aproache, D'art not more comfort to this Vniuerſe Then thou to me: moſt acceptably come, The Art of number cannot count the howres Thou haſt bin abſent. Infinity of Loue Holds no proportion with Arithmetick. Thinke not Maria but my hart retaynes A deepe impreſſion of ſuch thoughts as theſe: I haue bin forging of a myrthfull Plot, To celebrate our wiſht Coniunction; Which now digeſted, come to ſummon thee To be an Actreſſe in the Comedy.