The Golden Age, or The Lives of Jupiter and Saturn · chunk 11 of 36
Heywood, Thomas · published 1611 · first performed or written 1610 [1609-1611] (Annals) classical legend or myth · Queen Anne's Men · Red Bull unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
By all my honours, and by all the sweets I hope for in your loves fruition, Your will's your own. You'll not revoke your word? Be't to invest whom I did late degrade, I'll do't for you, bright and divinest maid. This only freedom to your captive give That I a Nun and professed maid may live. More cruel than the tyrant that begat thee, Hadst thou asked love, gold, service, Empiry, This sword had purchased for Calisto all. Oh most unkind, in all this universe, there's but one jewel that I value high, And that (unkind) you will not let me buy: To live a maid, what is't? 'tis to live nothing: 'Tis like a covetous man to hoard up treasure, Barred from your own use, and from other's pleasure. Oh think fair creature, that you had a mother, One that bore you, that you might bear another: Be you as she was, of an Infant glad, Since you from her, have all things that she had. Should all affect the strict life you desire, The world itself should end when we expire: Posterity is all, heavens number fill, Which by your help may be increased still, What is it when you lose your maidenhead, But make your beauty live when you be dead In your fair issue? Tush, 'tis all in vain, Dian I am now a servant of thy train. Her order is mere heresy, her sect A schism, 'mongst maids not worthy your respect. Men were got to get; you born others to bear. Wrong not the world so much: (nay sweet your ear) This flower will wither, not being cropped in time, Age is too late, then do not lose your prime. Sport whilst you may, before your youth be passed. Lose not this mould that may such fair ones cast, Leave to the world your like for face and stature, That the next age may praise your gifts of nature. Calisto if you still grow thus precise, In your strict vow, succeeding beauty dies. I claim your oath, all love with men adieu, Dianae's Cloister I will next pursue. And there all beauty shall be kept in jail, Which with my sword: ay with my life I'd bail: What's that Diana? She is the daughter of an ancient King, That swayed the Attic sceptre, who being tempted By many suitors, first began this vow: And leaving Court betook her to the forests. Her beauteous train are virgins of best rank, Daughters of Kings, and Princes, all devoted To abandon men, and choose virginity. All these being first to her strict orders sworn, Acknowledge her their Queen and Empress. By all my hopes Calistoe's love to gain, I'd wish myself one of Dianae's train. Concerning your state business. Well remembered. Posts of these news shall be to Epire sent, Of us, and of our new establishment. Next for Calisto, (but of that no more.) We must take firm possession of this state, Our sword hath won, Lycaon lost so late.
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By all my honours, and by all the sweets I hope for in your loues fruition, Your wil's your owne. You'l not reuoke your word? Bee't to inuest whom I did late degrade, I'le doo't for you, bright and diuinest maid. This onely freedome to your captiue giue That I a Nunne and profest maid may liue. More cruell then the tyrant that begat thee, Hadst thou ask't loue, gold, seruice, Empiry, This sword had purchast for Calisto all. Oh most vnkinde, in all this vniuerse, Ther's but one iewell that I value hye, And that (vnkinde) you will notlet me buy: To liue a maid, what ist? 'tis to liue nothing: 'Tis like a couetous man to hoord vp treasure, Bar'd from your owne vse, and from others pleasure. Oh thinke faire creature, that you had a mother, One that bore you, that you might beare another: Be you as she was, of an Infant glad, Since you from her, haue all things that she had. Should all affect the strict life you desire, The world it selfe should end when we expire: Posterity is all, heauens number fill, Which by your helpe may be increased still, What is it when you loose your mayden-head, But make your beauty liue when you be dead In your faire issue? Tush, 'tis all in vaine, Dian I am now a seruant of thy traine. Her order is meere heresie, her sect A schisme, 'mongst maids not worthy your respect. Men were got to get; you borne others to beare. Wrong not the world so much: (nay sweet your eare) This flower will wither, not being cropt in time, Age is too late, then do not loose your prime. Sport whil'st you may, before your youth be past. Loose not this mowld that may such faire ones cast, Leaue to the world your like for face and stature, That the next age may praise your gifts of nature. Calisto if you still grow thus precise, In your strict vow, succeding beautie dies. I claime your oath, all loue with men adue, Dianae's Cloyster I will next pursue. And there all beauty shall be kept in iaile, Which with my sword: Ey with my life I'd baile: What's that Diana? She is the daughter of an ancient King, That swaid the Atticke scepter, who being tempted By many suiters, first began this vow: And leauing Court betooke her to the forrests. Her beauteous traine are virgins of best ranke, Daughters of Kings, and Princes, all deuoted To abandon men, and chuse virginity. All these being first to her strict orders sworne, Acknowledge her their Queene and Empresse. By all my hopes Calistoe's loue to gaine, I'd wish my selfe one of Dianae's traine. Concerning your state businesse. Well remembred. Posts of these newes shall be to Epyre sent, Of vs, and of our new establishment. Next for Calisto, (but of that no more.) We must take firme possession of this state, Our sword hath wonne, Licaon lost so late.