Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Whence, banished is the roughness of our years: Only the west wind blows; i'th' ever Spring, And ever Summer: There the laden bows Offer their tempting burdens to your hand, Doubtful your eye, or taste inviting more: There every man his own desires enjoys; Fair Lucrese lies, by lusty Tarquin's side, And woos him now again to ravish her. Nor us, (though Roman) Lais will refuse, To Corinth any man may go; no mask, No envious garment doth those beauties hide, Which Nature made, so moving, to be spied, But in bright Crystal, which doth supply all, And white transparent veils they are attired, Through which the pure snow underneath doth shine; (Can it be snow, from whence such flames arise?) Mingled with that fair company, shall we On banks of Violets, and of hyacinths Of loves devising, sit, and gently sport, And all the while melodious Music hear, And poet's songs, that Music far exceed The old Anaicean crowned with smiling flowers, And amorous Sapho, on her Lesbian Lute Beauty's sweet Scars, and Cupid's godhead sing, What, be not ravished with thy fancies, do not Court nothing nor make love unto our fears. Is't nothing that I say? But empty words. Why, thou requirest some instance of the eye, Wilt thou go with me then, and see that world? Which either will return thy old delights; Or square thy appetite anew to theirs. Nay; I had rather far believe thee here, Others ambition such discoveries seek; Faith, I am satisfied with the base delights Of common men; A wench, a house I have, And of my own a garden, I'll not change, For all your walks, and Ladies, and rare fruits. Your pleasures must of force resign to these, In vain you shun the sword, in vain the sea, In vain is Nero feared, or flattered; Hither you must, and leave your purchased houses, Your new made garden, and your black browed wife, And of the trees thou hast so quaintly set; Not one, but the displeasant Cypress shall Go with thee. Faith 'tis true, we must at length, But yet Petroneus, while we may, awhile We would enjoy them, those we have, w'are sure of, When that you talk of 's doubtful, and to come. Perhaps thou thinkst to live yet twenty years, Which may unlooked for be cut off, as mine, If not, to endless time compared, is nothing What you endure must ever, endure now; Nor stay not, to be last at table set, Each best day of our life at first doth go, To them succeeds diseased age, and woe; Now die your pleasures, and the days your prey Your rhymes, and loves, and jests will take away. Therefore my sweet, yet thou wilt go with me, And not live here, to what thou wouldst not see. Would y'have me then kill myself, and die, And go I know not to what places there. What places dost thou fear? they'll favoured lake they tell thee thou must pass. And thy black frogs that croak about the brim.
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Whence, baniſht is the roughneſſe of our yeeres: Onely the weſt wind blowes; Ith euer Spring, And euer Sommer: There the laden bowes Offer their tempting burdens to your hand, Doubtfull your eye, or taſt inuiting more: There euery man his owne deſires enioyes; Faire Lucreſe lies, by luſty Tarquins ſide, And wooes him now againe to rauiſh her. Nor vs, (though Romane) Lais will refuſe, To Corinth any man may goe; no maske, No enuious garment doth thoſe beauties hide, Which Nature made, ſo mouing, to be ſpide, But in bright Chriſtall, which doth ſupply all, And white tranſparent vailes they are attyr'd, Through which the pure ſnowe vnderneath doth ſhine; (Can it be ſnowe, from whence ſuch flames ariſe?) Mingled with that faire company, ſhall we On bankes of Violets, and of Hiacinths Of loues deuiſing, ſit, and gently ſport, And all the while melodious Muſique heare, And Poets ſongs, that Muſique farre exceed The old Anaicean crown'd with ſmyling flowers, And amorous Sapho, on her Lesbian Lute Baties ſweet Scares, and Cupids godhead ſing, What, be not rauiſht with thy fancies, doe not Court nothing nor make loue vnto our feares. ſt nothing that I ſay? But empty words. Why, thou requir'ſt ſome inſtance of the eye, Wilt thou goe with me then, and ſee that world? Which either will returne thy old delights; Or ſquare thy appetite anew to theirs. Nay; I had rather farre beleeue thee here, Others ambition ſuch diſcoueries ſeeke; Faith, I am ſatisfied with the baſe delights Of common men; A wench, a houſe I haue, And of my owne a garden, Ile not change, For all your walkes, and Ladies, and rare fruits. Your pleaſures muſt of force reſigne to theſe, In vaine you ſhunne the ſword, in vaine the ſea, In vaine is Nero fear'd, or flatered; Hether you muſt, and leaue your purchaſt houſes, Your new made garden, and your blacke browd wife, And of the trees thou haſt ſo quaintly ſet; Not one, but the diſpleaſant Cipreſſe ſhall Goe with thee. Faith 'tis true, we muſt at length, But yet Petroneus, while we may, awhile We would enoioy them, thoſe we haue, w'are ſure of, When that you talke of 's doubfull, and to come. Perhaps thou thinkſt to liue yet twenty yeeres, Which may vnlookt for be cut off, as mine, If not, to endleſſe time compar'd, is nothing What you endure muſt euer, endure now; Nor ſtay not, to be laſt at table ſet, Each beſt day of our life at firſt doth goe, To them ſucceeds diſeaſed age, and woe; Now die your pleaſures, and the dayes your pray Your rimes, and loues, and ieſts will take away. Therefore my ſweet, yet thou wilt goe with mee, And not liue here, to what thou wouldſt not ſee. Would y'haue me then kill my ſelfe, and die, And goe I know not to what places there. What places doſt thou feare? The'll fauoured lake they tell thee thou muſt paſſe. And thy blacke frogs that croake about the brim.