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 · 436 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
'tis but to prevent, There speedy coming, on that seek her fall, The hands of Cruel men more Bestial, And of a nature more refusing good, Then beasts themselves, or fishes of the flood, Thou art all these, and more than nature meant, When she created all, frowns, joys, content: Extreme fire for an hour, and presently: Colder than sleepy poison: or the sea, Upon whose face sits a continual frost Your Actions ever driven to the most, Then down again as low that none can find, The rise or falling of a woman's mind, Can there be any Age, or days, or time, Or tongues: of Men, guilty so great a crime: As wronging simple Maid, O Perigot: Thou that wast yesterday without a blot, Thou that wast every good and every thing, That men call blessed: thou that wast the spring. From whence our looser grooms drew all their best: Thou that wast always Just, and always blessed, In faith and promise, thou that hadst the name, Of virtuous given thee, and made good the same: Even from thy Cradle: thou that wast that all, That men delighted in, Oh what a fall, Is this to have been so, and now to be, The only best in wrong, and infamy, And I to live to know this, and by me. That loved thee dearer than, mine Eyes or that, Which we esteem our honour virgin state, Dearer than swallows love the early morn, Or dogs of Chase the sound of merry Horn, Dearer than thou canst love thy new love, if thou hast Another and far dearer than the last, Dearer than thou canst love thyself, though all, The self love were wîthin thee, that did fall. with that coy swain: hat now is made a flower For whose dear sake, Echo weeps many a shower And am I thus rewarded for my flame, Loved worthily to get a wantons name, Come thou forsaken willow wind my head, And noise it to the world, my love is dead: I am forsaken I am Cast away, And left for every lazy Groom to say, I was unconstant light, and sooner lost, Than the quick Clouds we see or the Chill frost, When the hot sun beats on it tell me yet, Canst thou not lone again thy Amorett? Thou art not worthy of that blessed name, I must not know thee, fling thy wanton flame, upon some lighter blood: that may be hot, With words and feigned passions, Perigot, Was ever yet unstained, and shall not now. Stoop to the meltings of a borrowed brow:
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Tis but to preuent, Ther speedy comminge, on that seeke her fall, The hands of Cruell men more Bestiall, And of a nature more refusing good, Then beastes themselues, or fishes of the flood, Thou art all theise, and more then nature ment, When shee created all, frownes, ioyes, content: Extreame fier for an hower, and presentlye: Colder then sleepy poyson: or the sea, Vppon whose face sitts a continuall frost Your Actions euer driuen to the most, Then downe agayne as lowe that none can find, The rise or falling of a woemans minde, Can ther bee any Age, or dayes, or time, Or tongues: of Men, guilty so great a crime: As wronging simple Mayde, O Perigot: Tho that wast yesterday without a blott, Thou that wast euery good and euery thinge, That men call blessed: thou that wast the spring. From whence our looser groomes drewall their best: Thou that wast alwaies Iust, and alwaies blest, In fayth and promise, thou that hadst the name, Of vertuous giuen thee, and made good the same: Euen from thy Cradle: thou that wast that all, That men delighted in, Oh what a fall, Is this to haue bene soe, and now to bee, The onlye best in wrong, and infamye, And I to liue to know this, and by mee. That lou'd thee dearer then, myne Eyes or that, Which wee esteeme our honour virgin state, Dearer then swallowes loue the early morne, Or doggs of Chace the souud of merry Horne, Dearer then thou canst loue thy newe loue, if thou hast Another and farr dearer then the last, Deaer then thou can'st loue thy selfe, though all, The selfe loue were wîthin thee, that did fall. with that coye swayne: hat now is made a flower For whose deare sake, Eccho weepes many a showre And am I thus rewarded for my flame, Lou'd worthely to gett a wantons name, Come thou forsaken willowe winde my head, And noyse it to the world, my loue is dead: I am forsaken I am Cast awaye, And left for euery lazy Grome to saye, I was vnconstant light, and sooner lost, Then the quicke Clowds wee see or the Chill rost, When the hott sun beates on it tell mee yet, Canst thou not lone againe thy Amorett? Thon art not worthy of that blessed name, I must not knowe thee, flynge thy wanton flame, vppon some lighter blood: that may be hott, With words and fayned passins, Perigot, Was euer yet vnstaynd, and shall not nowe. Stoope to the meltings of a borrowed browe: