Tasso, Torquato / Reynolds, Henry · published 1628 · first performed or written 1628 (Annals) pastoral unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 473 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Did she but hear thus much from thee, believest thou It would not make her love, or pity thee? I neither know, nor can I hope so much: She flies my speech, as th' Adder doth the charm, Well be of comfort; my mind gives me yet, we'll find a mean that she shall hear thee speak 'Twill come to nought; to beg such grace were vain, For me to speak, where speech no grace will gain. For shame despair not thus. Alas just cause Bids me despair; my cruel destiny Was read by the grave Mopso long agone, Mopso that knows the hid language of birds, And understands the force of herbs and founts. What Mopo's this thou speakest on? is't not he That carries honey in his supple tongue, And friendly smiles for all he looks upon, But in his heart deceit, and hidden bears Under his coat a razor? shame befall him; The vild unlucky dooms he lewdly sells To silly fools with that grave look, and grace, Are far from truth; take't of my word, and trial. I'll rather hope (and sure my hope will thrive) That from this fellows idle auguryes Much happier fate will to thy love arise. If aught by proof thou knowst of him, good swain Hide it not from me? I'll tell thee willingly. When first my hap led me to know these woods, I knew this fellow, and esteemed him As thou dost: So it fortuned once, I had Desire and business to go see that great Wonder of Cities, at whose ancient feet The broad-famed river runs; and him I made Acquainted with my purpose: he replies, And thus began to preach; My son beware Now thou art going to that seat of fame, Where those deceitful crafty Citizens, And evil minded Courtiers live, and wont To scoff at us, and hold in such a scorn Our plain distrnstlesse homely carriage; Be well advised (my son) and press not there Where the fresh coloured robes with gold are wrought, Gay plumes, and dayly-varied dress shine; But above all, beware accursed Fate, Or thy youth's jollity conduct thee not Unto that magazine of restless chat, But fly that cursed and enchanted place. What place is that (quoth I?) 'tis there (said he) Where dwell th'enchantresses that have the power And art to make men, and their minds transparent; And what so Diamonds seem, and finest gold, But glass and copper are; those silver chests That seem full of rich treasure, are no more Than kennels full of filth, and cousin men; The walls are built too with that wondrous art, That they will speak, and answer them that speak; Nor in half words, and such imperfect sounds, As wont the Eccos that here haunt our grounds, But every word whole, and entire repeating:
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Did ſhe but heare thus much from thee, beleeu'ſt thou It would not make her loue, or pitty thee? I neither knowe, nor can I hope ſo much: Shee flyes my ſpeech, as th' Adder doth the charme, Well be of comfort; my minde giues mee yet, Wee'll finde a meane that ſhe ſhall heare thee ſpeak 'Twill come to nought; to begg ſuch grace were vaine, For mee to ſpeake, where ſpeech no grace will gaine. For ſhame diſpaire not thus. Alas iuſt cauſe Bids mee diſpaire; my cruell deſtinie Was read by the graue Mopſo long agon, Mopſo that knowes the hid language of birds, And vnderſtands the force of herbes and founts. What Mopo's this thou ſpeak'ſt on? is't not he That carryes honey in his ſupple tongue, And friendly ſmiles for all he lookes vpon, But in his heart deceipt, and hidden beares Vnder his coate a raſor? ſhame befall him; The vilde vnlucky doomes he lewdly ſells To ſilly fooles with that graue looke, and grace, Ar farr from trueth; take't of my word, and triall. I'le rather hope (and ſure my hope will thriue) That from this fellowes ydle auguryes Much happyer fate will to thy loue ariſe. If ought by proofe thou know'ſt of him, good ſwayne Hyde it not from me? Ile tell thee willingly. When firſt my hap led mee to know theſe woods, I knew this fellow, and eſteemed him As thou do'ſt: So it fortun'd once, I had Deſire and bus'neſſe to go ſee that great Wonder of Citties, at whoſe ancient feete The broad-fam'd riuer runnes; and him I made Acquainted with my purpoſe: he replyes, And thus began to preach; My ſonne beware Now thou art going to that ſeate of fame, Where thoſe deceiptfull crafty Cittizens, And euill minded Courtiers liue, and wont To ſcoffe at vs, and hould in ſuch a ſcorne Our plaine diſtrnſtleſſe homely carriage; Be well aduiz'd (my ſonne) and preſſe not there Where the freſh colour'd robes with gould ar wrought, Gay plumes, and dayly-varied dreſsings ſhine; But aboue all, beware accurſed Fate, Or thy youths iollity conduct thee not Vnto that magazine of reſtleſſe chatt, But flye that curſed and inchaunted place. What place is that (quoth I?) 'tis there (ſaid he) Where dwell th'inchantreſſes that haue the powre And arte to make men, and their minds tranſparent; And what ſo Diamonds ſeeme, and fineſt gold, But glaſſe and copper ar; thoſe ſiluer cheſtes That ſeeme full of rich treaſor, ar no more Then kennells full of filth, and cozen men; The walles ar built too with that wondrous arte, That they will ſpeake, and anſwer them that ſpeake; Nor in halfe words, and ſuch imperfect ſounds, As wont the Eccos that heere haunt our grounds, But eu'ry word whole, and entyre repeating: