Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
How pleasing are the steps we lovers make, When in the paths of our content we pace, To meet our longings: what happiness it is Man to love. But oh, what greater bliss To love, and be beloved: O what one virtue, Ere reigned in me, that I should be enriched, With all Earth's good at once, I have a friend, Selected by the heavens, as a gift, To make me happy, whilst I live one earth, A man so rare of goodness, firm of faith, That Earth's Content must vanish in his death. Then for my love, and mistress of my soul, A maid of rich endowments, beautified With all the virtues nature could bestow Upon mortality, who this happy night Will make me gainer of her heavenly self, And see how suddenly I have attained, To the abode of my desired wishes; This is the green, how dark the night appears. I cannot hear the tread of my true friend, Albert, hist Albert, he's not come as yet, Nor is th'appointed light set in the window. What if I call? Maria, it may be She feared to set a light, and only hearkeneth To hear my steps, and yet I dare not call, lest I betray myself, and that my voice, Thinking to enter in the ears of her, Be of some other heard: no I will stay Until the coming of my dear friend Albert. But now think Carracus, what the end will be Of this thou dost determine, thou art come Hither to Rob a father of that wealth, That solely lengthens his now drooping years, His virtuous daughter, and all of that sex left, To make him happy in his aged days, The loss of her, may cause him to despair, Transport his near decaying sense to frenzy, Or to some such abhorred inconvenience, Whereto frail age is subject, I do too ill in this, And must not think but that a father's plaint, Will move the Heavens, to power forth misery. Upon the head of disobediency. Yet reason tells us, parents are o'erseen, When with two strict a rain they do hold in, Their child's affections, and control that love, Which the high powers divine inspires them with, When in their shallowest judgements they may know Affection crossed, brings misery and woe: But whilst I run contemplating on this, I softly pace to my desired bliss, I'll go into the next field, where my friend, Told me the horses were in readiness. But do not stay, what if you find not Albert, I'll then return alone to fetch you hence, If you should now deceive me, having gained, what you men seek for. Sooner i'll deceive my soul, and so I fear I have. At your first call I will descend. Till when, this touch of lips be the true pledge, of Carracus constant true devoted love,
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How pleaſing are the ſteps we louers make, When in the paths of our content wee pace, To meet our longings: what happineſſe it is Man to loue. But oh, what greater bliſſe To loue, and be beloued: O what one vertue, Ere raignd in me, that I ſhould be inricht, With all Earths good at once, I haue a friend, Selected by the heauens, as a gift, To make me happy, whilſt I liue one earth, A man ſo rare of goodneſſe, firme of faith, That Earths Content muſt vaniſh in his death. Then for my loue, and miſtris of my ſoule, A maid of rich endowments, beautified With all the vertues nature could beſtow Vpon mortality, who this happy night Will make me gainer of her heauenly ſelfe, And ſee how ſuddenly I haue attaind, To the abode of my deſired wiſhes; This is the greene, how darke the night appeares. I cannot heare the tread of my true friend, Albert, hiſt Albert, hees not come as yet, Nor is thappointed light ſet in the window. What if I call? Maria, it may be Shee feard to ſet a light, and onely harkeneth To heare my ſteps, and yet I dare not call, Leaſt I betray my ſelfe, and that my voice, Thinking to enter in the eares of her, Be of ſome other heard: no I will ſtay Vntill the comming of my deare friend Albert. But now thinke Carracus, what the end will be Of this thou doſt determine, thou art come Hether to Rob a father of that wealth, That ſoly lengthens his now drooping yeares, His vertuous daughter, and all of that ſex left, To make him happy in his aged dayeas, The loſſe of her, may cauſe him to diſpaire, Tranſport his nere decaying ſence to frenzie, Or to ſome ſuch abhorred inconuenience, Whereto fraile age is ſubiect, I do too il in this, And muſt not thinke but that a fathers plaint, Wil moue the Heauens, to power forth miſery. Vpon the head of diſobediency. Yet reaſon tels vs, parents are oreſeene, VVhen with two ſtrict a reine they do hold in, Their childs affections, and controule that loue, VVhich the high powers deuine inſpires them with, VVhen in their ſhalloweſt iudgements they may know Affection croſt, brings miſery and woe: But whilſt I run contemplating on this, I ſoftly pace to my deſired bliſſe, Ile goe into the next field, where my friend, Told me the horſes were in readineſſe. But do not ſtay, what if you finde not Albert, Ile then retourne alone to fetch you hence, If you ſhould now deceaue me, hauing gain'd, what you men ſeeke for. Sooner ile deceaue my ſoule, and ſo I feare I haue. At your firſt call I will deſcend. Till when, this touch of lips be the true pleadge, of Carracus conſtant true deuoted loue,