Tasso, Torquato / Reynolds, Henry · published 1628 · first performed or written 1628 (Annals) pastoral unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
we'll think of all things as we go; but he That thinks too much, does little, commonly. O Love, of whom, and where is taught This thy so doubtful Art, and long Of loving, that instructs the tongue At ease to utter every thought. That the wild fant' sie doth devise? Whilst with thy wings above the heaven it flies. The learned Athens taught it not; Nor was it to Liceus known; Apollo, god of Helicon For all his knowledge knew it not. Faint and cold is what he speaks, Nor from his voice such a fire breaks As doth thy greatness (Love) befitt: Nor can his wit, Or thoughts unto the height arise Of thy profounder mysteries: Thou readst thine own lesson best (Great Love) and onely'art by thyself expressed. Thou of thy grace and bounty daynest T'instruct th' unlearnedest, and plainest Men of thousands, how to see And read those wondrous things that be Writ with thine own hand in an others eyes. Thou teachest those thou lovest best, A purer language than the rest, And with smooth ease to breathe their fantasies. Nay often times, such is thy rare And most mysterious eloquence, That in a confusd'e broken sense And half words that imperfect are, The heart is best revealed and seen; And such perhaps move more by far Then many words that better polished been. Yea even Loves silence oft doth more express Than words could do, the mind's unhappiness. (Love) let others if they please Turn over the works of Socrates, And those great volumes of the wise; While I but read what's writ in two fair eyes. Perhaps the pen that higher climes, Will but halt after the rhymes, That in the rough and uncooth tree With my rude artless hand engraven be. O Savage cruelty '; O th'ungrateful mind Of a most most ungrateful Maid; O Sex Full of ingratitude: and thou lewd Nature, Nigligent mistress, and maker of things, Wherefore, ah wherefore mad'st thou womankind So fair, and sweet, and mild only without; And didst forget to make their insides good? Poor youth, I fear ' has made away himself E'er this; alas I cannot find him out: Three hours from place to place, & where I left him Have I been seeking him; but cannot find Or him, or any print of his strayed foot: Sure sure he's dead. I will go ask yond Swains I see, if they Can tell me any tidings of him. Friends Did you not see Aminta, or haply hear News of him lately? Thou dost seem to me Full of distraction, what is't troubles thee? How cam'st thou so'out of breath, and to sweat so? What ail'st thou? say what is't thou fearest or wantest; I fear Amintas harms; tell me I pray Saw ye him not? Not since he went with you A while agone, but what d'ye fear in him.
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Wee'll thinke of all things as we goe; but he That thinkes too much, does little, commonly. O Loue, of whom, and where is taught This thy ſo doubtfull Arte, and long Of louing, that inſtructs the tounge At eaſe to vtter eu'ry thought. That the wilde fant' ſie doth deuize? Whilſt with thy wings aboue the heau'n it flyes. The learned Athens taught it not; Nor was it to Liceus knowne; Apollo, god of Helicon For all his knowledge knew it not. Faint and colde is what he ſpeakes, Nor from his voice ſuch a fire breakes As doth thy greatneſſe (Loue) befitt: Nor can his witt, Or thoughts vnto the height ariſe Of thy profounder miſteries: Thou readſt thine owne leſson beſt (Great Loue) and onely'art by thy ſelfe exprest. Thou of thy grace and bounty dayneſt T'instruct th' vnlearnedest, and plaineſt Men of thouſands, how to ſee And reade thoſe wondrous things that be Writ with thine owne hand in an others eyes. Thou teacheſt thoſe thou loueſt beſt, A purer language then the reſt, And with ſmoth eaſe to breath their fantaſies. Nay often times, ſuch is thy rare And moſt miſterious eloquence, That in a confuſd'e broken ſence And halfe words that imperfect are, The heart is beſt reueal'd and ſeene; And ſuch perhaps mooue more by farr Then many words that better polliſht beene. Yea eu'ne Loues ſilence oft doth more expreſſe Then words could doe, the mindes vnhappineſse. (Loue) let others if they pleaſe Turne ore the workes of Socrates, And thoſe great volumes of the wiſe; While I but reade what's writ in two faire eyes. Perhaps the penn that higher climes, Will but halt after the rimes, That in the rough and vncooth tree With my rude artleſſe hand ingrauen bee. O Sauadge cruelty'; O th'ungratefull minde Of a moſt moſt vngratefull Mayde; O Sexe Full of ingratitude: and thou lewd Nature, Nigligent miſtreſſe, and maker of things, Wherefore, ah wherefore mad'st thou womankinde So faire, and ſweet, and milde ouely without; And didſt forget to make their inſides good? Poore youth, I feare 'has made away himſelfe Ere this; alas I cannot finde him out: Three houres from place to place, & wher I left him Haue I bin ſeeking him; but cannot finde Or him, or any print of his ſtrai'd foot: Sure ſure hee's dead. I will goe aske yon Swaines I ſee, if they Can tell me any tydings of him. Friends Did you not ſee Aminta, or happly heare Newes of him lately? Thou doſt ſeeme to me Full of diſtraction, what is't troubles thee? How cam'ſt thou ſo'out of breath, and to ſweat ſo? What ayl'ſt thou? ſay what is't thou fear'ſt or wantest; I feare Amintas harmes; tell me I pray' Saw yee him not? Not ſince he went with you A while agon, but what d'yee feare in him.