Marston, John / Machin, Lewis / Barkstead, William · published 1613 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1607-1608; revised 1609-1613] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels (?); Children of the King's Revels (?) · Whitefriars unassigned nearest T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
Thou creature made by Love, composed of pleasure, That mak'st true use of thy creation, In thee both wit and beauty's resident; Delightful pleasure, unpeered excellence. This is the fate fixed fast unto thy birth, That thou alone shouldst be man's heaven on earth: If I alone may but enjoy thy love, I'll not change earthly joy to be heavens Ioue: For though that women haters now are common, They all shall know earth's joy consists in woman. My love was dotage till I loved thee; For thy soul truly tastes our petulance, Condition's Lover, Cupid's Intelligencer, That makes man understand what pleasure is: These are fit attributes unto thy knowledge; For women's beauty o'er men bear that rule. Our power commands the rich, the wise, the fool. Though scorn grows big in man in growth & stature, Yet women are the rarest works in nature. I do confess the truth, and must admire That women can command rare man's desire. Cease admiration, sit to Cupid's feast, The preparation to paphian dalliance, Harmonious Music breath thy silver Airs, To stir up appetite to Venus' banquet, That breath of pleasure that entrances souls, Making that instant happiness a heaven, In the true taste of loves deliciousness. Thy words are able to stir cold desire, Into his flesh that lies entombed in Ice, Having lost the feeling use of warmth in blood, Then how much more in me, whose youthful veins, Like a proud River, overflow their bounds? pleasure's Ambrosia, or loves nourisher, I long for privacy; come, let us in, 'Tis custom, and not reason makes love sin. I'll lead the way to Venus' Paradise, Where thou shalt taste that fruit that made man wise. Sing notes of pleasure to elate our blood: Why should heaven frown on joys that do us good? I come Isabella keeper of loves treasure, To force thy blood to lust, and ravish pleasure. Still I am thy captive, yet thy thoughts are free: To be loves bondman is true liberty. I have swam in seas of pleasure without ground, Venturous desire past depth itself hath drowned. Such skill has beauty's Art in a true lover, That dead desire to life it can recover. Thus beauty our desire can soon advance, Then straight again kill it with dalliance. Divinest women, your enchanting breaths Give Lovers many lives and many deaths. May thy desire to me for ever last, Not die by surfeit on my delicates: And as I tie this jewel about thy neck, So may I tie thy constant love to mine, Never to seek weaking variety, That greedy curse of man's and woman's hell, Where nought but shame and loathed diseases dwell. You counsel well, dear, learn it then; For change is given more to you then men. My faith to thee, like rocks, shall never move, The Sun shall change his course ere I my love. madam, the Count Rogero knocks.
seed 43: T2 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Thou creature made by Loue, compos'd of pleasure, That mak'st true vse of thy creation, In thee both vvit and beauty's resident; Delightfull pleasure, vnpeer'd excellence. This is the fate fixt fast vnto thy birth, That thou alone shouldst be mans heauen on earth: If I alone may but enioy thy loue, Ile not change earthly ioy to be heauens Ioue: For though that vvomen haters now are common, They all shall know earths ioy consists in woman. My loue was dotage till I loued thee; For thy soule truely tastes our petulance, Conditious Louer, Cupids Intelligencer, That makes man vnderstand what pleasure is: These are fit attributes vnto thy knowledge; For womens beautie o'er men beare that rule. Our power commands the rich, the vvise, the foole. Though scorne growes big in man in growth & stature, Yet vvomen are the rarest workes in nature. I doe confesse the truth, and must admire That women can command rare mans desire. Cease admiration, sit to Cupids feast, The preparation to Papheon daliance, Hermonious Musicke breathe thy siluer Ayres, To stirre vp appetite to Venus banquet, That breath of pleasure that entrances soules, Making that instant happinesse a heauen, In the true taste of loues deliciousnesse. Thy vvordes are able to stirre cold desire, Into his flesh that lyes emtomb'd in Ice, Hauing lost the feeling vse of warmth in bloud, Then how much more in me, whose youthfull veynes, Like a proud Riuer, ouer-flow their bounds? Pleasures Ambrosia, or loues nourisher, I long for priuacie; come, let vs in, 'Tis custome, and not reason makes loue sinne. Ile leade the way to Venus Paradise, Where thou shalt taste that fruit that made man wise. Sing notes of pleasure to elate our bloud: Why should heauen frowne on ioyes that doe vs good? I come Isabella keeper of loues treasure, To force thy bloud to lust, and rauish pleasure. Still I am thy captiue, yet thy thoughts are free: To be Loues bond-man is true libertie. I haue swomme in seas of pleasure without ground, Ventrous desire past depth it selfe hath drownd. Such skill has beauties Art in a true louer, That dead desire to life it can recouer. Thus beauty our desire can soone aduance, Then straight againe kill it with daliance. Diuinest women, your enchanting breaths Giue Louers many lifes and many deaths. May thy desire to me for euer last, Not dye by surfet on my delicates: And as I tye this Iewell about thy necke, So may I tie thy constant loue to mine, Neuer to seeke weaking varietie, That greedy curse of mans and womans hell, Where nought but shame and loath'd diseases dwell. You counsell well, deare, learne it then; For change is giuen more to you then men. My faith to thee, like rockes, shall neuer moue, The Sunne shall change his course ere I my loue. Madame, the Count Rogero knockes.