Tasso, Torquato / Reynolds, Henry · published 1628 · first performed or written 1628 (Annals) pastoral T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.72 · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
I hate his love, that doth my honour hate; And loved him, whilst he sought what I could grant. 'tis thou offendest thyself; he doth but crane The same for thee, that he desires to have. I prithee Daphne either speak no more, Or somewhat else that I may answer to. See fondling see How ill this peevishness of youth becomes thee; Tell me but this yet, if some other loved thee, Is this the welcome thou wouldst give his love? Such and worse welcome they deserve, that are These theenes of silly maids virginities, Whice you call lovers, and I enemies. Is the ram then to th'ewe an enemy, The bull to th' bayfer, is the turtle too, An enemy to ' his mate that loves him so? And is the Spring the season of debate, That (sweetly smiling) leads to coupling bands The beast, the fish, the fowl, women and men? And see'st thou not that e'ury thing that is, Breathes now a sovereign air of love, and sweetness, Pleasure, and health? behold that Turtle there With what a wooing murmur he sighs love To his beloved; hark of yond Nitingall That hops from bough to bough, Singing I love I love; nay more than these, The speckled Serpent lays his venom by, And greedy runs to ' embrace his loved one; The Tiger loves, and the proud Lion too; Thou only savage more than savage beasts Barrest against love thy more-then-yron breast. But what speak I of Lions, Tigers, Snakes, That sensible are? why all these trees do love; See with what amorous and redoubled twinings The loving Vine her husband fair entangles; The Beech tree loves the Beech, the Pine the Pine, The Elm the Elm loves, and the Willows too A mutual languish for each other feel. That Oak that seems so rough and so impenetrable, Doth no less feel the force of amorous flame; And hadst thou but the spirit and sense of love, His hidden language thou wouldst understand. Wilt thou be less and worse than trees and plants, In being thus an enemy to Love? Fie silli'one fie; these idle thoughts remove. When I hear trees sigh (as belike they do) I'll be content to be a lover too. Well, mock my words, laugh my advice to scorn, (Deaf to Love's sound, and simple as thou art) But go thy ways; be sure the time will come When thou shalt fly from the now-loved fount Where thou beholdest and so admyr'st thyself; Fearing to view thyself so wrinkled fowl ●s age will make thee; but I note not this o thee aboue the rest, for though age be euill, 'tis so to all as well as thee. Heard'st thou what Elpine spoke this other day, The reverend Elpine to the fair Licoris, Licoris whose eyes wrought upon him that Which his songs should have wrought upon her heart, ●f Love could learn but to give each his due) He told it (Batto ' and Thirsis being by, ●hose two learned lovers) in Aurora's den,
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I hate his loue, that doth my honour hate; And lou'de him, whilſt he ſought what I could graunt. Tis thou offend'ſt thy ſelfe; he doth but crane The ſame for thee, that he deſires to haue. I pre'thee Daphne either ſpeake no more, Or ſomwhat elſe that I may anſwer to. See fondling ſee How ill this peeuiſhneſſe of youth becomes thee; Tell me but this yet, if ſome other lou'de thee, Is this the welcome thou wouldſt giue his loue? Such and worſe welcome they deſerue, that ar Theſe theenes of ſilly maydes virginities, Whice you call louers, and I enimies. Is the ramme then to th'ewe an enimy, The bull to th' bayfer, is the turtle too, An enemy to' his mate that loues him ſo? And is the Spring the ſeaſon of debate, That (ſweetly ſmiling) leades to coupling bands The beaſt, the fiſh, the fowle, women and men? And ſee'ſt thou not that e'ury thing that is, Breathes now a ſoueraign ayre of loue, and ſweetneſſe, Pleaſure, and health? behold that Turtle there With what a wooing murmur he ſighes loue To his belou'de; harke of yon Nitingall That hops from bough to bough, Singing I loue I loue; nay more then theſe, The ſpeckled Serpent layes his venim by, And greedy runnes to' imbrace his loued one; The Tygar loues, and the proud Lion too; Thou onely ſauadge more then ſauadge beaſts Barr'ſt againſt loue thy more-then-yron breſt. But what ſpeake I of Lions, Tygars, Snakes, That ſenſible ar? why all theſe trees doe loue; See with what amorous and redoubled twinings The louing Vine her husband faire intangles; The Beech tree loues the Beech, the Pine the Pine, The Elme the Elme loues, and the Willows too A mutuall languiſh for each other feele. That Oake that ſeemes ſo rough and ſo impenitrable, Doth no leſſe feele the force of amorous flame; And hadſt thou but the ſpirit and ſence of loue, His hidden language thou wouldſt vnderſtand. Wilt thou be leſſe and worſe then trees and plants, In being thus an enimy to Loue? Fye ſilli'one fie; theſe idle thoughts remooue. When I heare trees ſighe (as belike they do) I'le be content to bee a louer too. Well, mock my words, laugh my aduice to ſcorne, (Deaffe to Loues ſound, and ſimple as thou art) But goe thy wayes; be ſure the time will come When thou ſhalt flye from the now-loued fount Where thou behold'ſt and ſo admyr'ſt thy ſelfe; Fearing to view thy ſelfe ſo wrinkled fowle s age will make thee; but I note not this o thee aboue the reſt, for though age be uill, 'tis ſo to all as well as thee. Heard'ſt thou what Elpine ſpake this other day, The reu'rend Elpine to the faire Licoris, Licoris whoſe eyes wrought vpon him that Which his ſongs ſhould haue wrought vpon her heart, f Loue could learne but to giue each his due) He tould it (Batto' and Thirſis being by, hoſe two learn'd louers) in Auroras denne,