Mason, John · published 1610 · first performed or written 1607 [1607-1608] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
By that great power is given to me The gates of heaven I open to thee, When 'mongst the Angels thou shalt sing The song of Saints before a King, That sits for ever on his throne, And giveth light to every one: To him thy soul we do bequeath, Thy body to the earth beneath: And so we close thy tomb again, And pray thy soul be free from pain. Look from thy holy mansion sacred maid And see how prostrate I adore thy bliss: These arms in hope of conquest of thy love That rolled themselves in steel, shall clasp the air, And in their empty foldings live still barren Of all the comfort my youths hope did promise. And since thy death takes my loves joy from me, I'll die a virgin-Saint and live with thee. I cannot vent my breast in love sick terms, Nor call to record all the gods of love For my integrity: nor prostitute, An oily passion curiously composed Of rhyming numbers at my mistress hearse: Or tell her dead trunk my true love in verse: But since by death her love I am denied, To say I loud her is Ferrara's pride. My honour, and that weak ability Our state affords, to do your grace's service, Lies at your princely feet, for this your love Done to the dead: now is Iulia shut For ever from your eyes: save that she lives Like a pure relic of some holy Saint, Shrined in our breasts for ever: let me now renew My first request, to sup with us tonight, A ceremony due at funerals. So shall you double honour unto me, In doing double honour unto her. I'll do all honour both to her and you. I'll break no custom. I humbly thank your graces, please you lead? Here lives a lasting memory of the dead. Thus far my pioning policies run even, And level with my aims: Iulia lives, And in her hearse Timoclea my wife, Deludes the credulous Dukes: poisoned last night By Mulleasses, to make way for me, To marry Iulia my brother's daughter, For which the Cardinal of Anjou my kinsman Solicits daily with his holiness, For dispensation with our blood's alliance: As for these weak men, whose pursuits in love, Dies with my strong averring of her death, I can command their lives: and then maintain My actions with the sword: for which the Turk By Mulleasses made unto my purpose, Offers me forty thousand janissaries To be my guard, 'gainst foreign outrages: And more: he'll make me king of Italy, To give him but command upon the straits, And land his force on this side Christendom And I will do it: on my faith to God And loyalty I owe unto the stars, Should there depend all Europe and the states Christened thereon: I'd sink them all,
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By that great power is giuen to mee The gates of heauen I ope to thee, When mongst the Angels thou shalt sing The song of Saints before a King, That sits for euer on his throane, And giueth light to euery one: To him thy soule we doe bequeath, Thy body to the earth beneath: And so we close thy tombe againe, And pray thy soule be free from paine. Looke from thy holy mansion sacred maid And see how prostrate I adore thy blisse: These armes in hope of conquest of thy loue That rould themselue in stele, shall claspe the aire, And in their empty foldings liue still baen Of all the comfort my youhs hope did promise. And since thy death takes my loues ioy from me, Ile die a virgin-Saint and liue with thee. I cannot vent my brest in loue sicke tearmes, Nor call to record all the gods of loue For my integrity: nor prostitute, An oyly pasion curiously composd Of riming numbes at my mistres hearse: Or tell her dead trncke my true loue in vearse: But since by death her loue I am denide, To say I loud her is Ferraraes pride. My honour, and that weake abillity Our state affoords, to doe your graces seruice, Lies at your princely feete, for this your loue Done to the dead: now is Iulia shut For euer from your eyes: saue that she liues Like a pure relique of some holy Saint, Shrind in our breasts for euer: let me now renew My first request, to sup with vs to night, A ceremony due at funerals. So shall you double honour vnto me, In doing double honour vnto her. Ile do all honour both to her and you. Ile breake no custome. I humbly thanke your graces, please you lead? Heere liues a lasting memory of the dead. Thus far my pioning pollicies run euen, And leuell with my aymes: Iulia liues, And in her hearse Timoclea my wife, Deludes the credulous Dukes: poysoned last night By Mulleasses, to make way for me, To marry Iulia my brothers daughter, For which the Cardinall of Aniou my kinsman Sollicites daily with his holinesse, For dispensation with our bloods alliance: As for these weake men, whose pursuits in loue, Dies with my strong auerring of her death, I can commaund their liues: and then maintaine My actions with the sword: for which the Turke By Mulleasses made vnto my purpose, Offers me forty thousand Ianisaries To be my guard, gainst forraigne outrages: And more: hee'le make me king of Italy, To giue him but commaund vpon the streights, And land his force on this side Christendome And I will do it: on my faith to God And loyalty I owe vnto the starres, Should there depend all Europe and the states Christened thereon: Ide sinke them all,