Massinger, Philip · published 1623 · first performed or written 1621 [1621-1623] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 513 words
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You are the Mistress of the feast, sit here; O my soul's comfort: And when Sforza bows Thus low to do you honour, let none think The meanest service they can pay my love, But as a fair addition to those titles, They stand possessed of. Let me glory in My happiness, and mighty Kings look pale With envy, while I triumph in mine own. O mother look on her, sister admire her: And since this present age yields not a woman Worthy to be her second, borrow of Times passed: and let imagination help Of those canonized Ladies Sparta boasts of, And, in her greatness, Rome was proud to owe To fashion: and yet still you must confess, The Phoenix of perfection ne'er was seen, But in my fair Marcelia. She's indeed The wonder of all times. Your excellence, (Though I confess you give her but her own) Enforces her modesty to the defence Of a sweet blush. It need not my Marcelia; When most I strive to praise thee, I appear A poor detractor: For thou art indeed So absolute in body, and in mind, That, but to speak the least part to the height, Would ask an angel's tongue: and yet then end In silent admiration! You still court her, As if she were a Mistress, not your wife. A Mistress mother? she is more to me, And every day, deserves more to be sued too. Such as are cloyed with those they have embraced, May think their wooing done: No night to me, But is a bridal one, where Hymen lights His torches fresh, and new: And those delights, Which are not to be clothed in airy sounds, enjoyed, beget desires, as full of heat, And jovial fervour, as when first I tasted Her virgin fruit; Blessed night, and be it numbered Amongst those happy ones, in which a blessing Was by the full consent of all the Stars, Conferred upon mankind. My worthiest Lord, The only object I behold with pleasure: My pride, my glory, in a word my all; Bear witness Heaven, that I esteem myself In nothing worthy of the meanest praise, You can bestow, unless it be in this, That in my heart I love, and honour you. And but that it would smell of arrogance, To speak my strong desire, and zeal to serve you I then could say, these eyes yet never saw The rising Sun, but that my vows, and prayers, Were sent to Heaven, for the prosperity And safety of my Lord; Nor have I ever Had other study, but how to appear Worthy your favour: and that my embraces, Might yield a fruitful Harvest of content, For all your noble travail, in the purchase, Of her, that's still your servant; By these lips, (Which pardon me, that I presume to kiss) O swear, for ever swear. I ne'er will seek Delight, but in your pleasure: and desire, When you are seated with all Earthly glories, And age, and honours make you fit for Heaven, That one Grave may receive us,
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You are the Mistris of the feast, sit heere; O my soules comfort: And when Sforza bowes Thus low to doe you honour, let none thinke The meanest seruice they can pay my loue, But as a faire addition to those tytles, They stand possest of. Let me glory in My happinesse, and mightie Kings looke pale With enuie, while I triumph in mine owne. O mother looke on her, sister admire her: And since this present age yeelds not a woman Worthy to be her second, borrow of Times past: and let imagination helpe Of those canoniz'd Ladies Sparta boasts of, And, in her greatnesse, Rome was proud to owe To fashion: and yet still you must confesse, The Phoenix of perfection ner'e was seene, But in my faire Marcelia. She's indeede The wonder of all times. Your excellence, (Though I confesse you giue her but her owne) Enforces her modestie to the defence Of a sweet blush. It neede not my Marcelia; When most I striue to praise thee, I appeare A poore detracter: For thou art indeed So absolute in bodie, and in minde, That, but to speake the least part to the height, Would aske an Angels tongue: and yet then end In silent admiration! You still court her, As if she were a Mistris, not your wife. A Mistris mother? she is more to me, And euery day, deserues more to be de too. Such as are cloyd with those they haue embrac'd, May thinke their wooing done: No night to mee, But is a brydall one, where Himen lights His torches fresh, and new: And those delights, Which are not to be cloth'd in ayrie sounds, nioyd, beget desires, as full of heat, And Iouiall feruor, as when first I tasted Her virgin fruit; Blest night, and be it numbred Amongst those happy ones, in which a blessing Was by the full consent of all the Starrs, Conser'd vpon mankind. My worthiest Lord, The onely obiect I behold with pleasure: My pride, my glory, in a word my all; Beare witnesse Heauen, that I esteeme my selfe In nothing worthy of the meanest praise, You can bestow, vnlesse it be in this, That in my heart I loue, and honor you. And but that it would smell of arrogance, To speake my strong desire, and zeale to serue you I then could say, these eyes yet neuer saw The rising Sun, but that my vowes, and prayers, Were sent to Heauen, for the prosperitie And safety of my Lord; Nor haue I euer Had other studie, but how to appeare Worthy your fauour: and that my embraces, Might yeeld a fruitfull Haruest of content, For all your noble trauaile, in the purchase, Ofher, that's still your seruant; By these lips, (Which pardon mee, that I presume to kisse) O sweare, for euer sweare. I ne're will seeke Delight, but in your pleasure: and desire, When you are seated with all Earthly glories, And age, and honours make you fit for Heauen, That one Graue may receiue vs,