Daniel, Samuel · published 1615 · first performed or written 1614 [Feb 2] (Annals) pastoral; tragicomedy · before the Court T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.82 · 457 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
How do I know the Sun, the day from night? Women's affections do like flashes prove, They oft show passion when they feel small love. Ah do not so profane that precious sex, Which I must ever reverence for her sake, Who was the glory of her kind; whose heart In all her actions so transparent was As I might see it clear and wholly mine, Always observing truth in one right line. How oft hath she been urged by father's threats, By friends persuasions, and Alexis sighs, And tears and prayers, to admit his love, Yet never could be won? how oft have I Beheld the bravest herdsmen of these plains, (As what brave herdsman was there in the plains Of all Arcadia, that had not his heart Warmed with her beams) to seek to win her love. Ah I remember well (and how can I But ever more remember well) when first Our flame began, when scarce we knew what was The flame we felt, whenas we sat and sighed And look'dupon each other, and conceived Not what we ailed, yet something we did ail. And yet were well, and yet we were not well, And what was our disease we could not tell. Then would we kiss, then sigh, then look: & thus In that first garden of our simpleness we spent our childhood: but when years began To reap the fruit of knowledge; ah how then Would she with graver looks, with sweet stern brow, Check my presumption and my forwardness, Yet still would give me flowers, still would me show What she would have me, yet not have me know. Alas with what poor Coin are lovers paid, And taken with the smallest bait is laid? And when in sports with other company, Of nymphs and shepherds we have met abroad How would she steal a look: and watch mine eye Which way it went? and when at Barley break It came unto my turn to rescue her, With what an earnest, swift, and nimble pace Would her affection make her feet to run And farther run then to my hand? her race Had no stop but my bosom where to end. And when we were to break again, how late And loath her trembling hand would part with mine, And with how slow a pace would she set forth To meet th'encountering party, who contends T'attain her, scarce affording him her finger's ends? Fie Thirsis, with what fond remembrances Dost thou these idle passions entertain? For shame leave off to waste your youth in vain, And feed on shadows: make your choice anew. You other nymphs shall find, no doubt will be As lovely, and as fair: and sweet as she.
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How do I know the Sun, the day from night? Womens affections doe like flashes proue, They oft shew passion when they feele small loue. Ah do not so prophane that precious sexe, Which I must euer reuerence for her sake, Who was the glorie of her kinde; whose heart In all her actions so transparant was As I might see it cleere and wholly myne, Alwayes obseruing truth in one right line. How oft hath she bene vrg'd by fathers threats, By friends perswasions, and Alexis sighs, And teares and prayers, to admit his loue, Yet neuer could be wonne? how oft haue I Beheld the brauest heardsmen of these plaines, (As what braue heardsman was there in the plaines Of all Arcadia, that had not his heart VVarm'd with her beames) to seek to win her loue. Ah I remember well (and how can I But euer more remember well) when first Our flame began, when scarce we knew what was The flame we felt, when as we sate and sigh'd And lookd'vpon each other, and conceiu'd Not what we ayld, yet something we did ayle. And yet were well, and yet we were not well, And what was our disease we could not tell. Then would we kisse, then sigh, then looke: & thus In that first garden of our simplenesse Wee spent our childhood: but when yeeres began To reape the fruite of knowledge; ah how then Wold she with grauer looks, with sweet stern brow, Check my presumption and my forwardnes, Yet still would giue me flowers, stillwould me shew What she would haue me, yet not haue me know. Alas with what poore Coyne are louers paid, And taken with the smallest bayte is laid? And when in sports with other company, Of Nimphes and shepherds we haue met abroade How would she steale a looke: and watch mine eye Which way it went? and when at Barley breake It came vnto my turne to rescue her, With what an earnest, swift, and nimble pace Would her affection make her feet to run And farther run then to my hand? her race Had no stop but my bosome where to end. And when we were to breake againe, how late And loath her trēbling hand wold part with mine, And with how slow a pace would shee set forth To meet the'ncountring party, who contends T'attaine her, scarce affording him her fingers ends? Fie Thirsis, with what fond remembrances Doest thou these idle passions entertaine? For shame leaue off to waste your youth in vaine, And feede on shadowes: make your choice anew. You other Nimphes shall find, no doubt will be As louely, and as faire: and sweete as she.