Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Of his loves high prized gem of Chastity: That which so many years himself hath stayed for; How often hath he as he lay in bed, Sweetly discoursed to me of his Maria? And with what pleasing passions 'a did suffer loves gentle war-siege, than he would relate How he first came unto her fair eyes view; How long it was ere she could brook affection, And then how constant she did still abide: I then at this would joy, as if my breast Had sympathized in equal happiness; With my true friend: but now when joy should be, Who but a damned one would have done like me: He hath been married now at least a month: In all which time I have not once behold him; This is his house: I'll call to know his health, but will not see him, My looks would then betray me for should he ask My cause of seeming sadness, or the like; I could not but reveal, and so poured on Worse unto it, which breeds confusion. To what intent d'ee knock sir. Because I would be heard sir, is the Mr. of this house within? Yes marry is a sir, would you speak with him? My business is not so troublesome: Is a in health with his late espoused wife Both are exceeding well sir. I me truly glad on't, farewell good friend. I pray you let's crave your name sir, I may else have anger. You may say, one Albert riding by this way, only inquired their health. I will acquaint so much. How like a poisonous Doctor have I come, To inquire their welfare, knowing that myself Have given the portion of their near recovery; For which I will afflict myself with torture ever: And since the earth yields not a remedy, Able to salve the sores my lust hath made, I'll now take farewell of society, And th'abode of men to entertain a life Fitting my fellowship, in desert woods; Where beasts like me consort, there may I live, Far off from wronging virtuous Carracus; There's no Maria that shall satisfy My hateful lust, the trees shall shelter This wretched trunk of mine, upon whose back. I will engrave the story of my sin, And there this short breath of mortality, I'll finish up in that repentant state; Where not th'allurements of earth's vanities Can ere o'ertake me, there's no baits for lust, No friend to ruin, I shall then be free From practising the art of treachery; Thither than steps where such content abides, Where penitency not disturbed may grieve, Where on each tree and springing plant, I'll carve This heavy motto of my misery. Who but a damned one could have done like me? Carracus farewell, if ere thou seest me more, Shalt find me curing of a soul-sick sore. Why thou base villain, was my dearest friend here, and couldst not make him stay?
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Of his loues high pri'zd Iem of Chaſtity: That which ſo many yeeres himſelfe hath ſtaid for; How often hath he as he lay in bed, Sweetly diſcourſt to me of his Maria? And with what pleaſing paſſions a did ſuffer Loues genle war-ſiege, then he would relate How he firſt came vnto her fire eyes view; How long it was ere ſhee could brooke affection, And then how conſtant ſhee did ſtill abide: I then at this would ioy, as if my breſt Had ſimpathi'zd in equall happineſſe; With my true friend: but now when ioy ſhould be, VVho but a damn'd one would haue done like me: He hath been married now at leaſt a moneth: In all which time I haue not once behold him; This is his houſe: Ile call to know his health, but will not ſee him, My lookes would then betray me for ſhould he aſke My cauſe of ſeeming ſadneſſe, or the like; I could not but reueale, and ſo pourd on VVorſe vnto id, which breeds confuſion. To what intent dee knocke ſir. Becauſe I wold be heard ſir, is the Mr. of this houſe within? Yes marry is a ſir, would you ſpeake with him? My buſineſſe is not ſo troubleſome: Is a in health with his late eſpouſed wife Both are exceeding well ſir. I me truly glad ont, farewel good friend. I pray you lets craue your name ſir, I may els haue anger. You may ſay, one Albert riding by this way, onely inquir'd their health. I will acquaint ſo much. How like a poiſonous Doctor haue I come, To enquire their wel-fare, knowing that my ſelfe Haue giuen the portion of their nere recouery; For which I will afflict my ſelfe with torture euer: And ſince the earth yeelds not a remedy, Able to ſalue the ſores my luſt hath made, Ile now take fare-wel of ſociety, And th'aboade of men to entertaine a life Fitting my fellowſhip, in deſart woods; Where beaſts like me conſort, there may I liue, Farre off from wronging vertuous Carracus; Theres no Maria that ſhall ſatisfie My hatefull luſt, the trees ſhall ſhelter This wretched trunke of mine, vpon whoſe backe. I will engraue the ſtory of my ſinne, And there this ſhort breath of mortality, Ile finiſh vp in that repentant ſtate; Where not th'allurements of earths vanities Can ere ore-take me, there's no baites for luſt, No friend to ruine, I ſhall then be free From practiſing the art of treachery; Thither then ſteps where ſuch content abides, Where penitency not diſturb'd may greeue, Where on each tree and ſpringing plant, Ile carue This heauy motto of my miſery. Who but a damb'd one could haue done like me? Carracus farewel, if ere thou ſeeſt me more, Shalt finde me curing of a ſole-ſicke ſore. Why thou baſe villaine, was my deareſt friend here, and couldſt not make him ſtay?