Day, John · published 1608 · first performed or written 1604 [1604-1607] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Come, these words of course My fame, mine honour, and my dear respect: Are but like Ignes fatui to delude, Green and unseasoned wits, pry thee be kind, A guilded slip carries as fair a show, As perfect gold, guilt honour may do so But put your slip to trial, the slight gold, Is soon rubbed of: Come, thy distinctions sold Let not thy April beauty like a Rose, Fade in the bud, and ripened pleasures lose, My sword thy honour: thy estate my purse, Shall man and strengthen, I detest that course. Your husband hath a sweet heart: For his ill. Shall I turn traitor & mine own fame kill? 'tis dead already, every idle tongue, Stabs it to death. I have the greater wrong. Thou wrong'st thyself & spurnest thy proper good Am I not youthful see my wanton blood Danceth within my veins, and blushing, Courts Thy generous beauty to more amorous sports, You shall not choose. hands of. I love the e dear. I hate thee deadly. Dost thou? Shall I swear? No, i'll believe thee Phoenix of thy sex, I glory in thy virtues, and reveal, What by my oath I promised to conceal. Your jealous husband urged me to this try all, Pawning his oath upon your strict deny all, all bastard jealousy should be exiled, and ancient love entirely reconciled. I touched your heart, and now I find it true, I'll give you notice, i'll empoison you. Thou speak'st all comfort. I was made of hope. and rich performance waits upon my words. Father of my fair fortunes, whose rich love begets this reuniting covenant, When comes this long expected sealing day? Tomorrow, the hour eight. Certain? As life. Then follow me to feast, Thy news Horatio is the Welcomest guest. Swell heart, hold bosom, yield not to relent, and yet her beauty, colourable trash, Her virtues, vengeance Hypocritical, I love her, fury, poison, Hidra's gall, Impatience man me, black damnation Usher my practice, poison play thy part, and do my latest greetings to her heart. We all must down, yet here the difference lies. Many for sins, she for her virtue dies. T Tristella. My Lord? Good wine needs no bush, nor a good face painting thou art favour of thyself, and what thou cost is not under a colour. I know no other painter but one, and her name is modesty, and she sometimes throws a blush into my face to make my pale cheeks red, but else you shall never take me for an Alderman's post. Why an Alderman's poet? Mark but where great posts are newly painted, you shall see much egress & regress in and out, & where you see a face newly ochered, 'tis a sign there's great traffic, & much stirring to and fro. Come sit, sit, nay nearer, nearer, nearer yet. Then I shall sit upon your skirts. Iulio and Horatio, what shall's have to supper? I am now in the spending vain.
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Come, theſe words of courſe My fame, myne honor, and my deare reſpect: Are but like Ignes fatui to delude, Greene and vnſeaſon'd wits, pry thee be kinde, A guilded ſlip carryes as faire a ſhow, As perfect gold, guilt honor may do ſo But put your ſlip to triall, the ſlight gold, Is ſoone rubd of: Come, thy diſtinctions ſolde Let not thy Aprill bewty like a Roſe, Fade in the bud, and ripened pleaſures loſe, My ſword thy honor: thy eſtate my purſe, Shall man an d ſtrenghten, I deteſt that courſe. Your husband hath a ſweete heart: For his ill. Shall I turne traitor & myne own fame kill? Tis▪ dead already, euery idle tongue, Stabs it to death. I haue the greater wrong. Thou wrongſt thy ſelfe & ſpurnſt thy proper good Am I not youthfull ſee my wanton blood Daunceth within my vaines, and bluſhing, Courts Thy generous bewty to more amorous ſports, You ſhall not chooſe. hands of. I loue the e deere. I hate thee deadly. Dooſt thou? Shall I ſweare? No, ile beleeue thee Phoenix of thy ſex, I glorie in thy vertues, and reueale, What by my oath I promiſd to conceale. Your iealious husband vrgde me to this try all, Pawning his oath vpon your ſtrict deny all, all baſtard Iealoſie ſhould be exilde, and antient loue entirely reconſilde. I touch'd your heart, and now I finde it true, Ile giue you notice, ile impoiſon you. Thou ſpeak'ſt all comfort. I was made of hope. and rich perfourmance waits vpon my words. Father of my faire fortunes, whoſe rich loue begets this reuniting couenant, When comes this long expected ſealing day? To morrow, the houre eight. Certaine? As life. Then follow mee to feaſt, Thy newes Horatio is the Welcomeſt gueſt. Swell heart, hold boſom, yeeld not to relent, and yet her beautie, colourable traſh, Her vertues, vengeance Hypocriticall, I loue her, furie, poiſon, Hidraes gall, Impatience man me, blacke damnation Vſher my practice, poyſon play thy part, and doe my lateſt greetings to her heart. We all muſt downe, yet here the difference lyes. Many for ſins, ſhe for her vertue dyes. T Triſtella. My Lord? Good wine needes no buſh, nor a good face payting thou art fauour of thy ſelfe, and what thou coſt is not vnder a colour. I know no other paynter but one, and her name is modeſtie, and ſhe ſometimes throwes a bluſh into my face to make my pale cheeks red, but els you ſhall neuer take mee for an Aldermans poaſt. Why an Aldermans poeſt? Marke but where great poaſts are newly painted, you ſhall ſee much egreſſe & regreſſe in and out, & where you ſee a face newly okered, tis a ſigne ther's great traffique, & much ſtirring to and fro. Come ſit, ſit, nay neerer, neerer, neerer yet. Then I ſhall ſit vpon your skirts. Iulio and Horatio, what ſhal's haue to ſupper? I am now in the ſpending vayne.