Tasso, Torquato / Reynolds, Henry · published 1628 · first performed or written 1628 (Annals) pastoral T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.79 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
SMall is the Bee; but yet with his small sting Does greater mischief, than a greater thing. But what of all things can be less than Love, That through so narrow passages can pierce, And in so narrow room lie hid? sometime Under the shadow of an eyelids fault, Now in the small curl of a shining tress, Now in the little pits which form sweet smiles In an inamo'ring check; yet makes so deep, So deadly and immedicable wounds. Ay me my breast is all one bleeding wound; A thousand armed darts alas are lodged By that fell tyrant Love in Siluia's eyes; Cruel Love, cruel Silvia, savadger Then the wild deserts; O how well thy name Suits with thy nature (Sylvan as thou art) The woods under their green roofs hide the Snake, The Bear, the Lion; and thou in thy breast hidest disdain, hate, and impiety, More baleful than the Lion, Bear, or Snake; For they will someway be reclaim'de; thou neither With prayers or gifts; Alas when I present thee Fresh flowers, thou frowardly refusest them; Perhaps because thoust in thy lovely face, Fairer than those; Alas when I present thee Fair Apples, thou dost scornfully reject them; Perhaps because thy bosom bears a pair Fairer than those; Ay me when I present thee Sweet honey, thou disdainfully deniest it, Perhaps because thy lips breathe sweeter honey Than the Bee makes; but if my poverty Can give thee nought that thou hast not more fair, And lovely in thyself, myself I give thee; But thou unjust scornest, and abhorr'st the gift. Yet I'm not so fowl, to be so dispiz'de, If well I marked myself, when th'other day I viewed my shadow in the watery main, When the wind blew not, and the sea lay still. The manly tincture of my sanguine brow, These muscled arms, and shoulders large enough; This hairy breast of mine, and hoary thighs Proclaim my able force, and manly hood; Make trial of me if thou doubtest of it. What wilt thou do with these same tenderlings, On whose bare cheek the young down scarcely springs? With what an art they place their hair in order? Women in show, and women in their strength. Tell me, who wilt thou have to follow thee O'er the bald hills, and through the leafy woods, And fight for thee with Bear, and armed Boar? No no, my shape's not it thou hat'st me for, But 'tis my poverty thou dost abhor. Ah that poor Cottages will follow still Great Towns example in what ere is ill; This may be truly called the Golden age, For gold alone prevails, gold only rain. O thou (who ere thou wert) that first didst teach To sell love thus, accursed be thy dust. And thy cold buried bones; nor ever may Shepherd or Nymph say to them, rest in peace; But be they washed with raines, and tossed with winds, And may the passers by, and all the rout
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SMall is the Bee; but yet with his ſmall ſting Does greater miſchiefe, then a greater thing. But what of all things can be leſſe then Loue, That through ſo narrow paſſages can pierce, And in ſo narrow roome lye hid? ſometime Vnder the ſhaddow of an eye-lids fault, Now in the ſmall curle of a ſhining treſſe, Now in the little pitts which forme ſweet ſmiles In an inamo'ring checke; yet makes ſo deepe, So deadly and immedicable wounds. Ay me my brest is all one bleeding wound; A thouſand armed darts alas are lodg'd By that fell tyrant Loue in Siluia's eyes; Cruell Loue, cruell Siluia, ſauadger Then the wilde deſarts; O how well thy name Sutes with thy nature (Siluan as thou art) The woods vnder their greene roofes hide the Snake, The Beare, the Lyon; and thou in thy breſt Hydest diſdaine, hate, and impietie, More balefull then the Lion, Beare, or Snake; For they will ſomeway be reclaim'de; thou neither With prayers or gifts; Alas when I preſent thee Freſh floures, thou frowardly refuſest them; Perhaps becauſe th'haſt in thy louely face, Fairer then thoſe; Alas when I preſent thee Faire Apples, thou do'ſt ſcornfully reiect them; Perhaps becauſe thy boſome beares a paire Fairer then thoſe; Ay mee when I preſent thee Sweet honey, thou diſdainfully deny'ſt it, Perhaps becauſe thy lips breathe ſweeter honey Then the Bee makes; but if my pouerty Can giue thee nought that thou haſt not more faire, And louely in thy ſelfe, my ſelfe I giue thee; But thou vniuſt ſcorn'ſt, and abhorr'ſt the gift. Yet I'me not ſo fowle, to be ſo diſpiz'de, If well I mark'd my ſelfe, when th'other day I view'd my ſhadowe in the watry mayne, When the winde blew not, and the ſea lay ſtill. The manly tincture of my ſanguine brow, Theſe muſcled armes, and ſhoulders large enough; This hairy breſt of mine, and hory thyes Proclaime my able force, and manly hood; Make triall of mee if thou doubt'ſt of it. What wilt thou do with theſe ſame tenderlings, On whoſe bare cheeke the young downe ſcarſely ſprings? With what an art they place their haire in order? Women in ſhew, and women in their ſtrength. Tell mee, who wilt thou haue to follow thee O're the bald hills, and through the leauy woods, And fight for thee with Beare, and armed Bore? No no, my ſhape's not it thou hat'ſt mee for, But 'tis my pouerty thou doſt abhorre. Ah that poore Cottages will follow ſtill Great Townes example in what ere is ill; This may be truely call'd the Golden age, For gould alone preuailes, gould only raynes. O thou (who ere thou wert) that firſt didſt teach To ſell loue thus, accurſed be thy duſt. And thy colde buried bones; nor euer may Shepherd or Nimphe ſay to them, reſt in peace; But be they waſht with raines, and toſt with windes, And may the paſſers by, and all the rout