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 0.81 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
And therefore if your judge cannot reach Unto the understanding of my Case, You do not well to put yourself into My jury, to condemn me as you do. Let th'ignorant out of their dullness laugh At these my sufferings, I will pity them To have been so ill borne, so miscomposed As not to know what thing it is to love. And I to great Apollo here appeal The sovereign of the Muses, and of all Well tuned affections, and to Cinthia bright, And glorious Lady of clear faithfulness; Who from above look down with blissful beams Upon our humble groves, and joy the hearts Of all the world, to see their mutual loves; They can judge what worthiness there is In worthy love. Therefore Palaemon peace, Unless you did know better what it were. And this be sure, whenas that fire goes out In man, he is the miserablest thing On earth, his daylight sets, and is all dark And dull within; no motions of delight, But all oppressed, lies struggling with the weight Of worldly cares: and this old Damon says, Who well had felt what love was in his days. Well Thirsis, well, however you do guild Your passions, to endear them to yourself, You never shall induce me to believe, That sicknesses can be of such effect. And so farewell, until you shall be well. O Gods, Charinus, what a man is this? whoever heard of such a constancy? Had I but known him in enjoying him, As now I do, too late, in losing him, How blessed had been mine age? but ah I was Unworthy of so great a blessedness. You see, Medorus, how no counsel can Prevail to turn the current of his will, To make it run in any other course Then what it doth; so that I see I must Esteem him irrevocably lost. But hark, the shepherds festivals begin, Let us from hence, where sadness were a sin. From the Temple to the Board, From the Board unto the Bed, We conduct your maidenhead: Wishing Hymen to afford All the pleasures that he can, Twixt a woman and a man. I Thought these simple woods, these gentle trees Would, in regard I am their daily guest, And harbour underneath their shady roofs, Not have consented to delude my griefs; And mock my miseries with false reports: But now I see they will afflict me too. For as I came by yonder spreading Beech Which often hath the Secretary been To my sad thoughts, while I have rested me (if love had ever rest) under his gentle shade, I found encarved, and fair encarved, these words: Thy Silvia, Thirsis, lives; and is returned. Ah me, that any hand would thus add scorn Unto affliction; and a hand so fair As this may seem to be; which were more fit, methinks, for good, than to do injury; For sure no virtue should be ill employed.
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And therefore if your iudge cannot reach Vnto the vnderstanding of my Case, You doe not well to put your selfe into My Iury, to condemne me as you doe. Let th'ignorant out of their dulnesse laugh At these my sufferings, I will pitty them To haue beene so ill borne, so miscompos'd As not to know what thing it is to loue. And I to great Apollo here appeale The soueraigne of the Muses, and of all Wel tun'd affections, and to Cinthia bright, And glorious Lady of cleere faithfulnesse; Who from aboue looke down with blisfull beames Vpon our humble groues, and ioy the hearts Of all the world, to see their mutuall loues; They can iudge what worthinesse there is In worthy loue. Therefore Palaemon peace, Vnlesse you did know better what it were. And this be sure, when as that fire goes out In man, he is the miserablest thing On earth, his day-light sets, and is all darke And dull within; no motions of delight, But all opprest, lies struggling with the weight Of worldly cares: and this olde Damon saies, Who well had felt what loue was in his daies. Well Thirsis, well, how euer you doe guilde Your passions, to indeere them to your selfe, You neuer shall induce me to beleeue, That sicknesses can be of such effect. And so farewell, vntill you shall be well. O Gods, Charinus, what a man is this? Who euer heard of such a constancie? Had I but knowne him in enioying him, As now I doe, too late, in losing him, How blest had bene mine age? but ah I was Vnworthie of so great a blessednesse. You see, Medorus, how no counsell can Preuaile to turne the current of his will, To make it run in any other course Then what it doth; so that I see I must Esteeme him irreuocably lost. But harke, the shepheards festiuals begin, Let vs from hence, where sadnesse were a sinne. From the Temple to the Boord, From the Boord vnto the Bed, We conduct your maidenhead: Wishing Hymen to affoord All the pleasures that he can, Twixt a woman and a man. I Thought these simple woods, these gentle trees Would, in regard I am their daily guest, And harbour vnderneath their shadie roofes, Not haue consented to delude my griefes; And mock my miseries with false reports: But now I see they will afflict me too. For as I came by yonder spreading Beech Which often hath the Secretarie beene To my sad thoughts, while I haue rested me (if loue had euer rest) vnder his gentle shade, I found incaru'd, and faire incaru'd, these words: Thy Siluia, Thirsis, liues; and is return'd. Ah me, that any hand would thus adde scorne Vnto affliction; and a hand so faire As this may seeme to be; which were more fit, Me thinkes, for good, then to doe iniurie; For sure no vertue should be ill imployd.