Technogamia, or The Marriages of the Arts · chunk 39 of 64
Holyday, Barten · published 1618 · first performed or written 1618 [Feb 13] (Annals) comedy · at University T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.73 · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
ay but he bears love to Astronomia. I understand so much: but I think that rather the exiliency of some passion, than any consistency of a settled desire. I have indeed heard also of some of the Astronomias that have been beloved by Poets; as by Manilius, Pontanus, and some other, who have written whole Books in the praise of their beauties; but it seems their beauties had such small divinity in them, that they could not raise, to any height of poetic rapture, the wits of their admirers. And there was also one Lucretius, a Roman Gentleman, in former times that fell in love with Physica, she from whom Physica the mother of Astronomia derives now both her name and lineage, which Gentleman, in the passion of his love, writ books in the praise of her beauty; but what wrinkle-faced Verses they are, let the present age judge; and if her beauty was like his lines, sure she was passed her threescore, when he fell in love with her; but alas, there was never any of that family that ever came near the Historias for beauty. Well, Cousin, then what is the employment wherewith you will task me? Why, if you mean to have me alive long, change your dislike of Poeta into love, and reform him if you will, but not hate him; admonish him, entreat him, woo him, and in a word, win him unto me; and those hymns of your praises, and relations of your glory shall be put in the mouth of posterity; that sooner shall the Commonwealth die, than your fame. Well, Cousin, you have now enough admonished me, entreated me, wooed me, and in a word won me: refer the finding out of means, and the accomplishing of your desire to the privacy of my meditations. Reverend Polites, pardon the unmannerliness of my disordered passions; love resisted grows rude and furious: but I will not instruct your wisdom; only remember my life lies in your hands. And that shall not perish if I can save it. There are many accusations in against this Poeta, and some of them I perceive will be prosecuted; he has bad, and good parts; he has a wild head, yet may be reformed, and then there's a man saved: a good purchase; nay, Historia is saved, that's a double. Well, then since I must love him, I will save him: if he prove good, I win two; if bad, 'twill be but the loss of one, of Historia; who already professes, that, without him, she shall be lost. OH, I'm so hot, I could drink a whole River of water. Nay, if you talk of drinking, I could drink my self half a dozen Helicons off at a draft: Musica, fetch a flagon of Wine. Nay, let it be pure Water. Have a care what you do: 'tis as much as your life's worth. By Ioue we will have our liquour about us. Go Wench, why, Sir, should not she drink?
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I but he beares loue to Aſtronomia. I vnderſtand ſo much: but I think that rather the exiliency of ſome paſſion, then any conſiſtency of a ſettled deſire. I haue indeede heard alſo of ſome of the Aſtronomias that haue beene belou'd by Poets; as by Manilius, Pontanus, and ſome other, who haue written whole Bookes in the praiſe of their beauties; but it ſeemes their beauties had ſuch ſmall diuinity in them, that they could not raiſe, to any height of poeticke rapture, the wits of their admirers. And there was alſo one Lucretius, a Romane Gentleman, in former times that fell in loue with Phyſica, ſhee from whom Phyſica the mother of Aſtronomia deriues now both her name and linage, which Gentleman, in the paſſion of his loue, writ books in the praiſe of her beauty; but what wrinkle-fac'd Verſes they are, let the preſent age iudge; and if her beautie was like his lines, ſure ſhe was paſt her Three-ſcore, when hee fell in loue with her; but alas, there was neuer any of that family that euer came neere the Hiſtorias for beauty. VVell, Couſin, then what is the imployment wherewith you will taske me? VVhy, if you meane to haue mee aliue long, change your diſlike of Poeta into loue, and reforme him if you will, but not hate him; admoniſh him, intreat him, woo him, and in a word, winne him vnto mee; and thoſe hymnes of your praiſes, and relations of your glory ſhall bee put in the mouth of poſteritie; that ſooner ſhall the Common-wealth dye, then your fame. Well, Couſin, you haue now enough admoniſht me, entreated me, woo'd mee, and in a word wonne me: referre the finding out of meanes, and the accompliſhing of your deſire to the priuacie of my meditations. Reuerend Polites, pardon the vnmannerlineſſe of my diſordered paſſions; loue reſiſted growes rude and furious: but I will not inſtruct your wiſedome; onely remember my life lies in your hands. And that ſhall not periſh if I can ſaue it. There are many accuſations in againſt this Poeta, and ſome of them I perceiue will be proſecuted; he has bad, and good parts; he has a wilde head, yet may be reform'd, and then there's a man ſau'd: a good purchaſe; nay, Hiſtoria is ſau'd, that's a double. Well, then ſince I muſt loue him, I will ſaue him: if hee proue good, I winne two; if bad, 'twill bee but the loſſe of one, of Hiſtoria; who already profeſſes, that, without him, ſhe ſhall be loſt. OH, I'me ſo hot, I could drinke a whole Riuer of water. Nay, if you talke of drinking, I could drinke my ſelfe halfe a doozen Helicons off at a draught: Muſica, fetch a flaggon of Wine. Nay, let it be pure Water. Haue a care what you doe: 'tis as much as your life's worth. By Ioue wee will haue our liquor about vs. Goe Wench, why, Sir, ſhould not ſhe drinke?