Daniel, Samuel · published 1615 · first performed or written 1614 [Feb 2] (Annals) pastoral; tragicomedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
THis is the day, the day, the lamentable day Of my destruction, which the Sun hath twice Returned unto my grief, which keep one course Continually with it in motion like. But that they never set: this day doth claim Th'especial tribute of my sighs and tears, Though every day I duly pay my tears Unto that soul which this day left the world. And yet I know not why? methinks the Sun Arose this day with far more cheerful rays With brighter beams, then usually it did As if it would bring something of release Unto my cares, or else my spirit hath had Some manner of intelligence with hope Wherewith my heart is unacquainted yet: And that might cause mine eye with quicker sense, To note th'appearing of the eye of heaven; But something sure I feel which doth bear up The weight of sorrow easier than before. WHat Thirsis still in passion? still one man? For shame show not yourself so weakly set, So feebly jointed that you cannot bear The fortunes of the world like other men. Believe me Thirsis you much wrong your worth: This is to be no man, to have no powers. Passions are women's parts, actions ours. I was in hope t'have found you otherwise. How? otherwise Palaemon? do not you Hold it to be a most heroic thing To act one man, and do that part exact? Can there be in the world more worthiness change? Then to be constant? is there any thing Shows more a man? What, would you have me That were to have me base, that were indeed To show a feeble heart, and weakly set. No no Palaemon, I should think myself The most unworthy man of men, should I But let a thought into this heart of mine That might disturb or shake my constancy. And think Palaemon I have combats too, To be the man I am, being built of flesh, And having round about me traitors too That seek to undermine my powers, and steal Into my weaknesses, but that I keep Continual watch and ward upon myself, lest I should be surprised at unawares And taken from my vows with other snares. And even now at this instant I confess, Palaemon, I do feel a certain touch Of comfort, which I fear to entertain, lest it should be some spy, sent as a train To make discovery of what strength I am. Ah worthy Thirsis, entertain that spirit whatever else thou do: set all the doors Of thine affections open thereunto. Palaemon no. Comfort and I have been So long time strangers, as that now I fear To let it in. I know not how t'acquaint myself therewith, being used to converse With other humours, that affect me best. Nor do I love to have mixed company Whereto I must of force myself apply. But Thirsis think that this must have an end, And more it would approve your worth to make The same your work, than time should make it his.
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THis is the day, the day, the lamentable day Of my destruction, which the Sun hath twice Returnd vnto my griefe, which keepe one course Continually with it in motion like. But that they neuer set: this day doth claime Th'especiall tribute of my sighes and teares, Though euery day I duely pay my teares Vnto that soule which this day left the world. And yet I know not why? me thoughts the Sun Arose this day with farre more cheerefull rayes With brighter beames, then vsually it did As if it would bring something of release Vnto my cares, or else my spirit hath had Some manner of intelligence with hope Wherewith my heart is vnacquainted yet: And that might cause mine eie with quicker sence, To note th'appearing of the eye of heauen; But something sure I feele which doth beare vp The weight of sorrow easier then before. VVHat Thirsis still in passion? still one man? For shame shew not your selfe so weakely set, So feebly ioynted that you cannot beare The fortunes of the world like other men. Beleeue me Thirsis you much wrong your worth: This is to be no man, to haue no powers. Passions are womens parts, actions ours. I was in hopet'haue found you otherwise. How? otherwise Palaemon? doe not you Hold it to be a most heroicke thing To act one man, and doe that part exact? Can there be in the world more worthinesse change? Then to be constant? is there any thing Shewes more a man? What, would you haue me That were to haue me base, that were indeed To shew a feeble heart, and weakely set. No no Palaemon, I should thinke my selfe The most vnworthy man of men, should I But let a thought into this heart of mine That might disturbe or shake my constancie. And thinke Palaemon I haue combates too, To be the man I am, being built of flesh, And hauing round about me traytors too That seeke to vndermine my powres, and steale Into my weakenesses, but that I keepe Continual watch and ward vpon my selfe, Least I should be surpriz'd at vnawares And taken from my vowes with other snares. And euen now at this instant I confesse, Palaemon, I doe feele a certaine touch Of comfort, which I feare to entertaine, Least it should be some spie, sent as a traine To make discouery of what strength I am. Ah worthie Thirsis, entertaine that spirit What euer else thou doe: set all the doores Of thine affections open thereunto. Palaemon no. Comfort and I haue beene So long time strangers, as that now I feare To let it in. I know not how t'acquaint My selfe therewith, being vsed to conuerse VVith other humours, that affect me best. Nor doe I loue to haue mixt company VVhereto I must of force my selfe apply. But Thirsis thinke that this must haue an end, And more it would approoue your worth to make The same your work, then time should make it his.