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 0.70 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing: A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using. Why so? More we enjoy it, more it dies, If not enjoyed, it sighing cries, heigh ho. Love is a torment of the mind, A tempest everlasting; And Ioue hath made it of a kind, Not well, nor full nor fasting. Why so? More we enjoy it, more it dies, If not enjoyed, it sighing cries, heigh ho. IN what a mean regard are we now held, We active and laborious foresters? Who though our living rural be and rough, Yet heretofore were we for valour prized, And well esteemed in all good companies: Nor would the daintiest nymphs that valleys haunt Or fields inhabit, ever have despised Our sylvan songs, nor yet our plain discourse; But gracefully accepted of our skill, And often of our loves, when they have seen How faithful and how constant we have been. It's true Silvanus, but you see the times Are altered now, and they so dainty grown, By being adored, and wooed, and followed so Of those unsinewed amorous herdsmen, who By reason of their rich and mighty flocks, Supply their pleasures with that plenteousness, As they disdain our plainness, and do scorn Our company, as men rude and ill borne. Well, so they do; but Dorcas if you mark How oft they do miscarry in their love, Aud how disloyall these fine heardsmen prooue; You shall perceive how their abundant store Pays not their expectation, nor desires. Witness these groves wherein they oft deplore The miserable passions they sustain: And how perfidious, wayward, and unkind, They find their loves to be; which we, who are The eyes, and ears of woods, oft see and hear. For hither to these groves they much resort, And here one wails apart the usage hard Of her disordered, wild, and wilful mate: There mourns another her unhappy state, Held ever in restraint, and in suspect: Another to her trusty confident, Laments how she is matched to such a one As cannot give a woman her content. Another grieves how she hath got a fool, Whose bed although she loathe, she must endure. And thus they all unhappy by that means Which they account would bring all happiness; Most wealthily are plagued, with rich distress. And so they are, but yet this was not wont To be the fashion here; there was a time Before Arcadia came to be diseased With thes corrupted humours reigning now, That choice was made of virtue and desert, Without respect of any other ends: When love was only master of their hearts, And ruled alone: when simple thoughts produced Plain honest deeds, and every one contends To have his fame to follow his deserts, And not his shows; to be the same he was, Not seemed to be: and then were no such parts Of false deceivings played, as now we see.
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Loue is a sicknesse full of woes, All remedies refusing: A plant that with most cutting growes, Most barren with best vsing. Why so? More we enioy it, more it dyes, If not enioy'd, it sighing cries, Hey ho. Loue is a torment of the minde, A tempest euerlasting; And Ioue hath made it of a kinde, Not well, nor full nor fasting. Why so? More we enioy it, more it dies, If not enioyd, it sighing cries, Hey ho. IN what a meane regard are we now held, VVe actiue and laborious forresters? VVho though our liuing rurall be and rough, Yet heretofore were we for valour priz'd, And well esteem'd in all good companies: Nor would the daintiest nymphes that valleyes haunt Or fields inhabite, euer haue despis'd Our siluane songs, nor yet our plaine discourse; But gracefully accepted of our skill, And often of our loues, when they haue seene How faithfull and how constant we haue beene. It's true Siluanus, but you see the times Are altred now, and they so dainty growne, By being ador'd, and woo'd, and followed so Of those vnsinowed amorous heardsmen, who By reason of their rich and mighty flockes, Supply their pleasures with that plenteousnesse, As they disdaine our plainnesse, and do scorne Our company, as men rude and ill borne. VVell, so they doe; but Dorcas if you marke How oft they doe miscarie in their loue, Aud how disloyall these fine heardsmen prooue; You shall perceiue how their aboundaut store Payes not their expectation, nor desires. Witnesse these groues wherein they oft deplore The miserable passions they sustaine: And how perfidious, wayward, and vnkinde, They finde their loues to be; which we, who are The eyes, and eares of woods, oft see and heare. For hither to these groues they much resort, And here one wayles apart the vsage hard Of her disordred, wilde, and wilfull mate: There mournes another her vnhappy state, Held euer in restraint, and in suspect: Another to her trusty confident, Laments how shee is matcht to such a one As cannot giue a woman her content. Another grieues how shee hath got a foole, Whose bed although shee loath, shee must endure. And thus they all vnhappy by that meanes Which they accompt would bring all happinesse; Most wealthely are plagu'd, with rich distresse. And so they are, but yet this was not wont To be the fashion here; there was a time Before Arcadia came to be diseas'd With thes corrupted humors reigning now, That choise was made of vertue and desert, VVithout respect of any other endes: VVhen loue was onely master of their hearts, And rul'd alone: when simple thoughts produc'd Plaine honest deedes, and euery one contends To haue his fame to follow his deserts, And not his shewes; to be the same he was, Not seem'd to be: and then were no such parts Of false deceiuings plaid, as now wesee.