Heywood, Thomas · published 1613 · first performed or written 1611 [1610-1611] (Annals) classical legend or myth · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Why doth Adonis fly the Queen of love? And shun this ivory girdle of my arms? To be thus scarfed the dreadful God of war Would give me conquered kingdoms: For a kiss (But half like this) I could command the Sun Rise 'fore his hour, to bed before his time: And (being lovesick) change his golden beams, And make his face pale, as his sister Moon. Come, let us tumble on this violet bank: Prithee be wanton; let us toy and play, Thy Icy fingers warm between my breasts; Look on me Adon with a steadfast eye, That in these Crystal glasses I may see My beauty, that charms Gods, makes men amazed, And stound with wonder: doth this roseate pillow Offend my love? come, wallow in my lap, With my white fingers I will clap thy cheek, Whisper a thousand pleasures in thine ear. madam, you are not modest: I affect The unseen beauty that adorns the mind. This looseness makes you foul in Adon's eye: If you will tempt me, let me in your face Read blushfulness, and fear; a modest blush Would make your cheek seem much more beautiful. If you will whisper pleasure in mine ear, Praise chastity, or with your loud voice shrill The tunes of horns, and hunting; they please best: I'll to the chase, and leave you to the rest. Thou art not man; yet were't thou made of stone, I have heat to melt thee. I am Queen of love, There is no practive art of dalliance Of which I am not Mistress, and can use. I have kisses that can murder unkind words, And strangle hatred, that the gall sends forth: Touches to raise thee, were thy spirits half dead: Words that can power affection down thine ears. Love me! thou canst not choose, thou shalt not choose. Am I not Venus? Hadst thou Cupids arrows, I should have took thee to have been my son: Art thou so like him, and yet canst not love? I think you are brothers. madam, you woo not well, men covet not These proffered pleasures; but love-sweets denied: What I command, that cloys my appetite; But what I cannot come by I adore. These prostituted pleasures surfeit still, Where's fear, or doubt, men sue with best good will. Thou canst instruct the Queen of love in love. Thou shalt not (Adon) take me by the hand; Yet if thou needs wilt force me, there's my palm. I'll frown on him (alas! my brow's so smooth It will not bear a wrinkle:) high thee hence Unto the chase, and leave me: but not yet, I'll sleep this night upon Endymion's bank, On which the Swain was courted by the Moon. Dare not to come, thou art in our disgrace; (Yet if thou come I can afford thee place.) I must begone. Sweet whither? To the Chase. What doest thou hunt?
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Why doth Adonis flye the Queene of loue? And shun this Iuory girdle of my armes? To be thus scarft the dreadfull God of warre Would giue me conquered kingdomes: For a kisse (But halfe like this) I could command the Sunne Rise 'fore his houre, to bed before his time: And (being loue-sicke) change his golden beames, And make his sace pale, as his sifter Moone. Come, let vs tumble on this violet banke: Pre'thee be wanton; let vs toy and play, Thy Icy fingers warme betweene my breasts; Looke on me Adon with a stedfast eye, That in these Christall glasses I may see My beauty, that charmes Gods, makes men amaz'd, And stownd with wonder: doth this roseat pillow Offend my loue? come, wallow in my lap, With my white fingers I will clap thy cheeke, Whisper a thousand pleasures in thine eare. Madame, you are not modest: I affect The vnseene beauty that adornes the minde. This loosenesse makes you fowle in Adons eye: If you will tempt me, let me in your face Reade blushfulnesse, and feare; a modest blush Would make your cheeke seeme much more beautifull. If you will whisper pleasure in mine eare, Praise chastity, or with your lowd voyce shrill The tunes of hornes, and hunting; they please best: Il'e to the chase, and leaue you to the rest. Thou art not man; yet wer't thou made of stone, I haue heate to melt thee. I am Queene of loue, There is no practiue art of dalliance Of which I am not Mistresse, and can vse. I haue kisses that can murder vnkinde words, And strangle hatred, that the gall sends forth: Touches to raise thee, were thy spirits halfe dead: Words that can powre affection downe thine eares. Loue me! thou canst not chuse, thou shalt not chuse. Am I not Venus? Hadst thou Cupids arrowes, I should haue tooke thee to haue beene my sonne: Art thou so like him, and yet canst not loue? I thinke you are brothers. Madame, you wooe not well, men couet not These proffered pleasures; but loue-sweets deny'd: What I command, that cloyes my appetite; But what I cannot come by I adore. These prostituted pleasures surfet still, Wheres feare, or doubt, men sue with best good will. Thou canst instruct the Queene of loue in loue. Thou shalt not (Adon) take me by the hand; Yet if thou needs wilt force me, theres my palme. Il'e frowne on him (alas! my brow's so smooth It will not beare a wrinkle:) hye thee hence Vnto the chace, and leaue me: but not yet, Il'e sleepe this night vpon Endimions banke, On which the Swaine was courted by the Moone. Dare not to come, thou art in our disgrace; (Yet if thou come I can affoord thee place.) I must begone. Swee whither? To the Chace. What does thou hunt?