Fletcher, John · published 1610 · first performed or written 1608 [1608-1609] (Annals) pastoral; tragicomedy · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 536 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
I am not blind, Nor is it through the working of my Mind. That this shows Amoret, forsake me all, That dwell upon the soul, but what men call Wonder, or more than wonder Miracle, For sure so strange as this the Oracle, Never gave answer of, It passeth dreams, Or madmen's fancy when the many streams, Of new Imagination rise and fall: 'tis but an hour since these Ears heard her call, For pity to young Perigot? whilst he, Directed by his fury bloodily, Launched up her breast, which bloodless fell and cold, And if belief may Credit what was told, After all this the Melancholy Swain, Took her into his Arms being almost slain. And to the bottom of the holy well, slung her for ever with the waves to dwell, 'tis she, the very same, 'tis Amoret. And living yet, the great powers will not let, Their virtuous love be Crossed, maid wipe away, Those heavy drops of sorrow, and allay, The storm that yet goes high, which not depressed, Breaks, heart, and life, and all before it rest: Thy Perigot: where: which is Perigot. Sits there below lamenting much God wot: Thee, and thy fortune, go and comfort him, And thou shalt find him underneath a brim, Of sailing pines that edge yond Mountain in, I go, I run Heaven grant me. I may win: His soul again. Stay Amarillis stay, Ye are to fleet, 'tis two hours yet to days I have performed my promise let us sit; And warme our bloodes together till the sitt; Come lively on us; Friend you are to keen; The Morning, Riseth, and we shall be seen, For bear a little; I can stay no longer; Hold shepherd hold, learn not to be a wronger; Of your word, was not your promise laid, To break their loves first: I have done it Maid? No they are yet unbroken, met again, And are as hard to part yet as the stain? Is from the finest lawn, I say they are. now at this present parted, and so far, That they shall never meet, Swain 'tis not so, For do but to yond hanging Mountain go, And there believe your eyes, you do but hold: Of with delays: and trifles, fare well cold, And frozen bashfulness, unfit for men, Thus I salute thee virgin, And thus then, I bid you follow, Catch me if ye can, And If I stay behind I am no Man. Night do not steal away: I woo thee yet? To hold a hard hand o'er the Rusty bit, That Guides thy Lazy team go back again, Bootes thou that drivest thy frozen wane, Round as a Ring and bring a second Night, To hide my sorrows from the coming light, Let not the Eyes of men stare on my face, And read my falling give me some black place, Where never sun beam, shot his wholesome light, That I may sit, and power out my sad sprite, Like running water never to be known: After the forced fall and sound is gone, This is the bottom: speak if thou be here, My Perigot, thy Amoret, thy dear, Calls on thy loved Name,
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I am not blynd, Nor is it through the working of my Mynd. That this showes Amoret, for sake me all, That dwell vppon the soule, but what men call Wonder, or more then wonder Miracle, For sure so strange as this the Oracle, Neuer gaue answere of, It passeth dreames, Or maddmens fancye when the many streames, Of newe Imagination rise and fall: Tis but an howre since theise Eares heard her call, For pitty to young Perigot? whilshee, Directed by his fury Bloodelye, Lanch't vp her brest, which bloudlesse fell and cold, And if beleife may Credit what was told, After all this the Mellancholly Swayne, Tooke her into his Armes being almost slayne. And to the bottom of the holy well, slung her for euer with the waues to dwell, Tis shee, the very same, tis Amoret. And liuing yet, the great powers will not let, Their verteous loue be Crost, mayde wipe away, Those heauy dropps of sorrow, and allay, The storme that yet goes high, which not deprest, Breakes, hart, and life, and all before it rest: Thy Perigot: where: which is Perigot. Sits there below lamenting much God wott: Thee, and thy fortune, goe and comfort him, And thou shalt finde him vnder neath a brim, Of sayling Pynes that edge yon Mountaiue in, I goe, I run Heauen graunt mee. I maye winn: His soule agayne. Stay Amarillis stay, Ye are to fleete, tis two howers yet to days I haue perform'd my promise let vs sitt; And warme our bloodes together till the sitt; Come liuely on vs; Freind you are to keene; The Morning, Riseth, and wee shall be seene, For beare a little; I can staye no longer; Hold Sheapeard hold, learne not to bee a wronger; Of your word, was not your promise layed, To break their loues first: I haue done it Mayd? No they are yet vnbroken, met againe, And are as hard to part yet as the stayne? Is from the finest lawne, I say they are. now at this present parted, and so farr, That they shall neuer meete, Swayne tis not so, For do but to yon hanging Mountayne goe, And ther beleiue your eyes, you doe but hold: Of with delayes: and trifles, fare wel cold, And frozen bashullnes, vnfit for men, Thus I sallute thee virgin, And thus then, I bid you followe, Catch mee if ye can, And If I stay behind I am no Man. Night do not steale away: I woe thee yet? To hold a hard hand ore the Rusty bytt, Tha Gydes thy Lazy teame goe backe againe, Bootes thou that driu'st thy frozen wane, Round as a Ringe and bring a second Night, To hyde my sorowes from the comming light, Let not the Eyes of men stare on my face, And read my falling giue mee some blacke place, Where neuer sunn beame, shot his wholsome light, That I may sitt, and powre out my sadd spright, Like running water neuer to be knowne: After the forced fall and ound is gone, This is the bottome: speake if thou be here, My Perigot, thy Amoret, thy deare, Calles on thy loued Name,