Tasso, Torquato / Reynolds, Henry · published 1628 · first performed or written 1628 (Annals) pastoral unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
AT my laments I'ue heard the rocks, the waters For pity answer; and at my complaint ●he leau'de boughs murmur, as they grieved for me; ●●t never saw, nor ever hope to see Pity in the fair and cruel (shall I say Woman or) tiger? for a woman she Denies to be, in thus denying me The pity this my miserable state Draws from things senseless, and inanimate. Lambs on the grass, the Wolf feeds on the Lambe● Love (cruelest of things) with tears is fed. And though he ever feeds, is never full. Alas alas, love hath been with my tears Long since full fed, and now thirsts only for My blood; and long it shall not be, ere he And the fair Cruel drink it with their eyes. Ay me, what sayest thou ' Aminta? Fie no more Of this strange dotage; be of comfort man And seek some other; others thou mayest find As true, as this is cruel, and unkind. Alas how weary'a work were it for me Other to seek, that cannot find myself; And having lost myself, what can I gain With busie'st search that shall requite the pain? Despair not yet, unhappy though thou be, She may in time relent, and pity thee: Time makes the Tiger and the Lion tame. O but so long to hope and be delayed, Is worse than death to one in misery. Perhaps thy sufferance shall not long endure; For maids so ' inconstant are of disposition, That as they're soon at odds, they're as soon won; Uncertain as the leaf Howne with each wind, And flexible as is the bladed grass. But gentle Shepherd, let me crave to know More throughly thy love's hard condition; For though I'ue often heard thee say thou lov'st, Thou never told'st me yet, who 'twas thou lov'st; And well it fits the nearness of our lives, And friendship, that such counsels should be none Between us two, but free to both, as one. Thirsis, I am content to open to thee What the woods, hills, and floods are privy to, But no man knows: so near alas I find Th'approaching period of this loathed breath, That reason 'tis I leave some one behind, That may relate th'occasion of my death, And leave it written on some Beech-tree bark, near where my bloodless carcase shall be laid; That as the cruel Fair shall pass along, She may at pleasure spurn with her proud foot The unhappy bones, And smiling say; lo here, lo where he lies; The triumph and the trophy of mine eyes; And (to increase her fame,) rejoice to see In my sad end her beauty's victory Known to the Nymphs, and Shepherds far and near, Whom the report may thither guide: perhaps (Ab hopes too high) she may bestow a sigh, And though too late, with some compassion rue The loss of him dead, whom she living slew, And wish he lived again. But I digress.
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AT my laments I'ue heard the rocks, the waters For pitty anſwer; and at my complaint he leau'de boughes murmur, as they grieu'd for me; t neuer ſaw, nor euer hope to ſee Pitty in the faire and cruell (ſhall I ſay Woman or) tygar? for a woman ſhee Denyes to be, in thus denying me The pitty this my miſerable ſtate Drawes from things ſenceleſſe, and inanimate. Lambes on the graſſe, the Wolfe feedes on th Lambe Loue (cruelleſt of things) with teares is fedd. And though he euer feedes, is neuer full. Alas alas, loue hath bin with my teares Long ſince full fedd, and now thirſts onely for My bloud; and long it ſhall not be, ere he And the faire Cruell drinke it with their eyes. Ay me, what ſayſt thou' Aminta? Fye no more Of this ſtrange dotage; be of comfort man And ſeeke ſome other; others thou mayeſt finde As true, as this is cruell, and vnkinde. Alas how weary'a worke were it for me Other to ſeeke, that cannot finde my ſelfe; And hauing loſt my ſelfe, what can I gaine With buſie'ſt ſearch that ſhall requite the paine? Diſpaire not yet, vnhappy though thou bee, Shee may in time relent, and pitty thee: Time makes the Tygar and the Lion tame. O but ſo long to hope and be delaid, Is worſe then death to one in miſerie. Perhaps thy ſuffrance ſhall not long endure; For mayds ſo' inconſtant ar of diſpoſition, That as th'ar ſoone at odds, th'ar as ſoone wonne; Vncertaine as the leafe Howne with each winde, And flexible as is the bladed graſſe. But gentle Shepherd, let me craue to know More throughly thy loues hard condition; For though I'ue often heard thee ſay thou lou'ſt, Thou neuer tould'ſt me yet, who 'twas thou lou'ſt; And well it fitts the neareneſſe of our liues, And frendſhip, that ſuch counſayls ſhould be none Betweene vs two, but free to both, as one. Thirſis, I am content to ope to thee What the woods, hills, and flouds ar priuy to, But no man knowes: ſo neere alas I finde Th'approaching period of this loathed breath, That reaſon 'tis I leaue ſome one behinde, That may relate th'occaſion of my death, And leaue it written on ſome Beech-tree barke, Neere where my bloudleſſe carkaſſe ſhall be lay'd; That as the cruell Faire ſhall paſſe along, She may at pleaſure ſpurne with her proud foote The vnhappy bones, And ſmiling ſay; loe here, loe where he lyes; The triumph and the trophey of mine eyes; And (to encreaſe her fame,) reioyce to ſee In my ſad ende her beauties victory Knowne to the Nimphes, and Shepherds farr and neere, Whom the report may thither guide: perhaps (Ab hopes too high) ſhee may beſtow a ſigh, And though too late, with ſome compaſsion rue The loſse of him dead, whom ſhee liuing ſlue, And wiſh he liu'd againe. But I digreſse.