Tasso, Torquato / Reynolds, Henry · published 1628 · first performed or written 1628 (Annals) pastoral unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 517 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
●●er whose door is writ— hence ye profane, ●ye ye far hence, which words he writ (said he) that in that high pitch sang of loves and arms, ●nd when he died bequeathed his pipe to him; ●here was (he said) low in th'infernal lake A dungeon dark, aye filled with noisome fumes breath'd from the furnaces of Acaron, ●nd there all cruel and ingrateful women ●●ue in eternal horror, and are fed With only their own bootless plaints and cries. ●ooke to't betimes, or I am sore afraid there must a room be taken up for you, quite this cruelty to others vsd'e. ●nd 'twere but justice, that those fumes should draw sea of sorrow from those eyes of thine, ●hat pity could ne'er make to shed a tear: Well, run on thine own course, and mark the end. But what did then Licoris (prithee tell me) What reply did she make to Elpine's words? How curious th' art in other folks' affairs, And careless quite in what concerns thyself? Why, with her eyes Licoris answered him. How could she answer only with her eyes? Yes; her fair eyes wrapped in a sunny smile, Told Elpine this; Her heart and we are thine; More cannot she give, nor must thou desire. This were alone enough to satis sie And serve for full reward to a chaste lover, That held her eyes as true as they were fair, And put entire and hearty trust in them. But wherefore does not he then trust her eyes? I'll tell thee; knowst thou not what Thirsis wri● When hurried so with love, and love's disdain He wont to wander all about the woods, In such a sort, as pity moved, and langhter 'Mongst the young Swains and Nymphs that gaz'de o● him? Yet writ he nought that laughter did deserve, Though many things he did, deserved no less. He writ it on the barks of sundry trees, And as the trees, so grew his verse. 'Twas this— Deluding eyes, false mirhors of the heart, Full well I find how well ye can deceive: But what avails, if love enforce my will To'imbrace your harms, and dote upon you still? Well thus we wast the time in idle chat, And I had half forgot, that 'tis to day We did appoint to meet in th'Oaken grove, To hunt an hour; I prithee if thou wilt, Stay for me till I have in yond fresh fount ●ayd off the sweat and dust that yesterday ●soyld me with, in chase of a swift do, That at the length I overtook, and kill'de. I'll stay for thee, and perhaps wash me too, But first I'll home a while, and come again, ●or the day's younger than it seems to be. Go then, and stay there for me till I come; ●nd in the mean time, think on my advice, that more imports thee, than the chase, or fount; ●nd if thou dost not think so, thou must know Thou little knowst; and ought'st thy judgement bow To their direction that know more than thou.
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er whoſe doore is writt—hence yee prophane, ye yee farre hence, which words he writt (ſayd he) hat in that high pitch ſang of loues and armes, nd when he dyed bequeath'd his pipe to him; here was (he ſaid) lowe in th'infernall lake A dungeon darke, aye fill'd with noyſom fumes reath'd from the furnaces of Acaron, nd there all cruell and ingratefull women ue in eternall horror, and ar fedd With onely their owne booteleſſe plaints and cryes. ooke to't betimes, or I am ſore afraide here muſt a roome be taken vp for you, quite this cruelty to others vſd'e. nd 'twere but iuſtice, that thoſe fumes ſhould drawe ſea of ſorrow from thoſe eyes of thine, hat pitty could ne're make to ſhed a teare: Well, runne on thine owne courſe, and marke the ende. But what did then Licoris (pre'thee tell me) What reply did ſhee make to Elpine's words? How curious th' art in other folkes affaires, And careleſſe quite in what concernes thy ſelfe? Why, with her eyes Licoris anſwer'd him. How could ſhee anſwer only with her eyes? Yes; her faire eyes wrapt in a ſunny ſmile, Tould Elpine this; Her heart and we are thine; More cannot ſhe giue, nor muſt thou deſire. This were alone enough to ſatis ſie And ſerue for full reward to a chaſt louer, That held her eyes as true as they were faire, And put entire and harty truſt in them. But wherfore does not he then truſt her eyes? I'le tell thee; know'ſt thou not what Thirſis wri When hurryed ſo with loue, and loues diſdaine He wont to wander all about the woods, In ſuch a ſort, as pitty moou'de, and langhter Mong'ſt the young Swaines and Nymphes that gaz'de o him? Yet writ he nought that laughter did deſerue, Though many things he did, deſeru'd no leſſe. He writ it on the barkes of ſundry trees, And as the trees, ſo grew his verſe. 'Twas this— Deluding eyes, falſe mirhors of the heart, Full well I finde how well yee can deceiue: But what auailes, if loue inforce my will To'imbrace your harmes, and dote vpon you ſtill? Well thus we waſt the time in ydle chatt, And I had halfe forgot, that 'tis to day We did appoint to meet in th'Oaken groue, To hunt an houre; I pre'thee if thou wilt, Stay for me till I haue in yon freſh fount ayd off the ſweat and duſt that yeſterday ſoyld me with, in chaſe of a ſwift Doe, That at the length I ouertooke, and kill'de. I'le ſtay for thee, and perhaps waſh me too, But firſt I'le home a while, and come againe, or the daye's younger then it ſeemes to be. Goe then, and ſtay there for me till I come; nd in the meane time, thinke on my aduice, hat more imports thee, then the chaſe, or fount; nd if thou doſt not thinke ſo, thou muſt know Thou little know'ſt; and ought'ſt thy iudgement bowe To their direction that know more then thou.