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 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
And which is more; the name of Silvia was Carved in the self same kind of character Which she alive did use, and where with all Subscribed her vows to me, who knows it best; Which shows the fraud the more, & more the wrong. Therefore you stars of that high court of heaven, Which do reveal deceits, and punish them, Let not this crime, to feit a hand To cousin my desires, escape your doom. Nor let these riots of intrusion, made Upon my loneness, by strange company Afflict me thus, but let me have some rest. Come then, refresher of all living things, Soft sleep, come gently, and take truce with these Oppressors, but come simple and alone, Without these images of fantasy, Which hurt me more than thou canst do me good: Let me not sleep, unless I could sleep all. ALas, he here hath laid him down to rest, It were now sin his quiet to molest; And God forbid I should; I will retire And leave him, for I know his griefs require This poor relievement of a little sleep. What spirit here haunts me? what no time free? Ah, is it you Palaemon? would to God You would forbear me but a little while: You show your care of me too much in this: Unseasonable love, scarce kindness is. Good Thirsis, I am sorry I should give The least occasion of disease to you; I will be gone and leave you to your rest. Do good Palaemon, go your way, farewell; And yet Palaemon stay, perhaps you may By charms you have, cause sleep to close mine eyes; For you were wont, I do remember well, To sing me Sonnets, which in passion I Composed in my happier days, whenas Her beams inflamed my spirits, which now are set. And if you can remember it, I pray Sing me the song, which thus begins: Eyes hide my love, Which I did write upon the earnest charge She gave unto me, to conceal our love. Eyes hide my love, and do not show To any but to her my notes, Who only doth that cipher know, Wherewith we pass our secret thoughts: bely your looks in other's sight; And wrong yourselves to do her right. So now he sleeps, or else doth seem to sleep; But howsoever, I will not trouble him. SEe where he lies, whom I so long to see; Ah my dear Thirsis, take thy quiet rest, I know thou needst it, sleep thy fill, sweet love Let nothing trouble thee: be calm oh winds, Be still you herds, chirp not so loud sweet birds, Lest you should wake my love: thou gentle bank That thus art blessed to bear so dear a weight, Be soft unto those dainty limbs of his, Ply tender grass, and render sweet refresh Unto his weary senses, whilst he rests.
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And which is more; the name of Siluia was Caru'd in the selfe same kinde of character Which shee aliue did vse, and where with all Subscrib'd her vowes to me, who knowes it best; Which shews the fraud the more, & more the wrōg. Therefore you stars of that high court of heauen, Which do reueale deceits, and punish them, Let not this crime, to feit a hand To couzin my desires, escape your doome. Nor let these riots of intrusion, made Vpon my louenesse, by strange company Afflict me thus, but let me haue some rest. Come then, refresher of all liuing things, Soft sleepe, come gently, and take truce with these Oppressours, but come simple and alone, VVithout these images of fantasie, Which hurt me more then thou canst do me good: Let me not sleepe, vnlesse I could sleepe all. ALas, he here hath laid him downe to rest, It were now sinne his quiet to molest; And God forbid I should; I will retire And leaue him, for I know his griefes require This poore releeuement of a little sleepe. What spirit here haunts me? what no time free? Ah, is it you Palaemon? would to God You would forbeare me but a little while: You shew your care of me too much in this: Vnseasonable loue, skarce kindnesse is. Good Thirsis, I am sorie I should giue The least occasion of disease to you; I will be gone and leaue you to your rest. Doe good Palaemon, goe your way, farewell; And yet Palaemon stay, perhaps you may By charmes you haue, cause sleep to close mine eies; For you were wont, I doe remember well, To sing me Sonnets, which in passion I Composed in my happier daies, when as Her beames inflam'd my spirits, which now are set. And if you can remember it, I pray Sing me the song, which thus begins: Eyes hide my loue, Which I did write vpon the earnest charge Shee gaue vnto me, to conceale our loue. Eyes hide my loue, and doe not shew To any but to her my notes, Who onely doth that cipher know, Wherewith we passe our secret thoughts: Belie your lookes in others sight; And wrong your selues to doe her right. So now he sleeps, or else doth seeme to sleep; But howsoeuer, I will not trouble him. SEe where he lies, whom I so long to see; Ah my deere Thirsis, take thy quiet rest, I know thou needst it, sleepe thy fill, sweete loue Let nothing trouble thee: be calme oh windes, Be still you heards, chirp not so loud sweet birds, Lest you should wake my loue: thou gentle banke That thus art blest to beare so deare a weight, Be soft vnto those dainty lymmes of his, Plie tender grasse, and render sweet refresh Vnto his wearie senses, whilst he rests.