Tasso, Torquato / Reynolds, Henry · published 1628 · first performed or written 1628 (Annals) pastoral unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Of beasts with fowl feet spurn them all about. Base mercenary love, thou hast deflowered Love's nobleness; and turned his happy joys Into such bitterness, and sharp annoys. Love to be slave to gold? O miracle More odious, and abominable far Then the large earth produces, or the Mayne. But why alas, why do I vex myself Thus all in vain? no, let each creature use Those arms that Nature for his aid hath given him, The Hart his speed, the Lion his strong paw, The foaming Boar his tusk; the woman's arms And power lie in her beauty ', and graceful shape; I, since my strength is the best help I have, And am by nature fit for deeds of force, Will for reward of all my love misspent, Force this proud cruel to my own content. And by so much as I can understand, (As yond Goteherd that hath observed her ways Hath lately told me) she doth oft repair To'a water-fount to wash herself; the place He made me know, and there I mean to lie Close in a thickett near, t'attend her coming, And as occasion fits, I'll make her mine, What can she do then, what avail alas Can her hands give her, or her legs to fly (Poor wretch) from me so forcible, and swift? Let her a good year weep, and sigh, and rail, And put on all the power her beauty hath; If once I catch her by the snary curls, We will not part in haste, till I have bathed (For my revenge) my arms in her warm blood. THirsis (as I have told thee) well I know How well, Aminta Silvia loves; heaven knows How many friendly offices I have, And will do for him; and so much the rather For that thou dost entreat in his behalf; But I would sooner take in hand to tame A Bear, or Tiger then a fond young wench; The silly thing (simple as fair) sees not How sharp and burning be her beauty's rays, But smiles or cries; yet wounds where ere she go, And fond knows not if she hurt or no. Tush there's no wench so simple but she knows Soon as she leaves the cradle, how to seem Spruce, and delightful; and what arms to use To hurt, or kill outright, and what to heal A wounded heart, and give it life withal. What Master is't that shows 'em all these arts? He that instructs the birds to sing and fly; The Fish to swim, the Ram to butt, the Bull To use his horn, the Peacock to display His many-ey'ed-plumes beauty to the day. How name you this same teacher? H'has a name. Go trifler. Why I prithee art not thou Fit enough to teach twenty girls their lessons? I'll warrant thee, I; and yet to speak the troth They need no teacher; Nature teacheth them Although the nurse and mother have a part.
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Of beaſts with fowle feete ſpurne them all about. Baſe mercinary loue, thou haſt deflour'd Loues nobleneſſe; and turn'd his happy ioyes Into ſuch bitterneſſe, and ſharpe annoyes. Loue to be ſlaue to golde? O miracle More odious, and abominable farre Then the large earth produces, or the Mayne. But why alas, why do I vexe my ſelfe Thus all in vaine? no, let each creature vſe Thoſe armes that Nature for his ayde hath giu'n him, The Hart his ſpeede, the Lyon his ſtrong pawe, The foaming Bore his tuske; the womans armes And powre lye in her beauty', and gracefull ſhape; I, ſince my ſtrength is the beſt helpe I haue, And am by nature fit for deedes of force, Will for reward of all my loue miſpent, Force this proud cruell to my owne content. And by ſo much as I can vnderſtand, (As yon Goteherd that hath obſeru'd her wayes Hath lately tolde me) ſhe doth oft repaire To'a water-fount to waſh her ſelfe; the place He made me knowe, and there I meane to lye Cloſe in a thickett neere, t'attend her comming, And as occaſion fits, I'le make her myne, What can ſhe do then, what auayle alas Can her hands giue her, or her leggs to flye (Poore wretch) from me ſo forcible, and ſwift? Let her a good yeere weepe, and ſigh, and rayle, And put on all the powre her beauty hath; If once I catch her by the ſnary curles, We will not part in haſt, till I haue bath'd (For my reuenge) my armes in her warme bloud. THirſis (as I haue tolde thee) well I knowe How well, Aminta Siluia loues; heau'n knowes How many friendly offices I haue, And will do for him; and ſo much the rather For that thou do'ſt intreate in his behalfe; But I would ſooner take in hand to tame A Beare, or Tygar then a fond young wench; The ſilly thing (ſimple as faire) ſees not How ſharpe and burning be her beauties rayes, But ſmiles or cries; yet wounds where ere ſhee goe, And fondly knowes not if ſhee hurt or no. Tuſh there's no wench ſo ſimple but ſhee knowes Soone as ſhee leaues the cradle, how to ſeeme Spruce, and delightfull; and what armes to vſe To hurte, or kill outright, and what to heale A wounded heart, and giue it life withall. What Master is't that ſhewes 'hem all theſe arts? He that inſtructs the birds to ſing and flye; The Fiſh to ſwimme, the Ramme to butt, the Bull To vſe his horne, the Peacocke to diſplay His many-ey'ed-plumes beautie to the day. How name you this ſame teacher? H'has a name. Go trifler. Why I pre'thee art not thou Fitt enough to teach twenty girles their leſſons? I'le warrant thee, I; and yet to ſpeake the troth They neede no teacher; Nature teacheth them Although the nurſe and mother haue a part.