Ford, John · published 1629 · first performed or written 1628 [licensed for stage, Nov 24] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Thou seest I am crying ripe, I am such another tender-hearted fool. even as the snuff of a candle that is burnt in the socket, goes out, and leaves a strong perfume behind it; or as a piece of toasted cheese next the heart in a morning is a restorative for a sweet breath: so, even so the odoriferous savour of your love doth perfume my heart, (Hay ho) with the pure scent of an intolerable content, and not to be endured. By this hand 'tis excellent. Have at thee last of all: for the Princess Thamasta, she that is my Mistress indeed, she is abominably proud. A Lady of a damnable, high, turbulent, and generous spirit. But I have a loud-mouthed Cannon of mine own to batter her, and a penned speech of purpose observe it. Thus I walk by, hear and mind you not. Though haughty as the Devil or his Dam, Thou dost appear, great Mistress: yet I am Like to an ugly firework, and can mount Above the Region of thy sweet Ac— count. Wert thou the Moon herself, yet having seen thee, Behold the man ordained to move within thee. Look to yourself, Housewife; answer me In strong Lines you're best. Keep off, poor fool, my beams will strike thee blind: Else if thou touch me, touch me but behind. In Palaces, such as pass in before, Must be great Princes; for at the back door tatterdemalions wait, who know not how To get admittance: such a one— art Thou. 'Sfoot, this is downright roaring. I know how to present a big Lady in her own cue. But pray in earnest, are you in love with all these? Pish, I have not a rag of love about me. 'tis only a foolish humour I am possessed with, to be surnamed the Conqueror. I will court any thing; be in love with nothing, nor no— thing. A rare man you are, I protest. Yes, I know I am a rare man, and I ever held myself so. In amorous contemplation on my life; Courting his Page by Hell. con. 'tis false. A gross untruth; I'll justify it, Sir, At any time, place, weapon. Marry shall she. No quarrels, goody Whisk. Lay by your Trumperies, and fall to your practice. Instructions are ready for you all. Pelias is your Leader, follow him. Get credit now or never. Vanish, Doodles, vanish. For the Device. The same, get'ee gone, and make no bawling. To waste my time thus drone-like in the Court, And lose so many hours, as my studies Have hoarded up, is to be like a man That creeps both on his hands and knees, to climb A mountain's top, where when he is ascended, One careless slip down, tumbles him again Into the bottom whence a first began. I need no PRINCE's favour: Princes need My art. Then Corax, be no more a Gull, The best of'em cannot fool thee, nay, they shall not. We find him timely now let's learn the cause.
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Thou seest I am crying ripe, I am such another tender-hearted foole. Euen as the snuffe of a candle that is burnt in the socket, goes out, and leaues a strong perfume behind it; or as a piece of toasted cheese next the heart in a morning is a restoratiue for a sweet breath: so, euen so the odoriferous sauour of your loue doth perfume my heart, (Hay ho) with the pure sent of an intolerable content, and not to be indur'd. By this hand tis excellent. Haue at thee last of all: for the Princesse Thamasta, she that is my Mistris indeed, she is abominably proud. A Lady of a damnable, high, turbulent, and generous spirit. But I haue a loud-mouth'd Cannon of mine owne to batter her, and a pen'd speech of purpose obserue it. Thus I walke by, heare and minde you not. Though haughty as the Diuell or his Dam, Thou dost appeare, great Mistris: yet I am Like to an vgly fire-worke, and can mount Aboue the Region of thy sweet Ac—count. Wert thou the Moone her selfe, yet hauing seene thee, Behold the man ordain'd to mooue within thee. —Looke to your selfe, Houswife; answer me In strong Lines y'are best. Keepe off, poore foole, my beames will strike thee blinde: Else if thou touch me, touch me but behind. In Palaces, such as passe in before, Must be great Princes; for at the backe dore Tatter-demallians waite, who know not how To get admittance: such a one—art Thou. S'foot, this is downe-right roaring. I know how to present a big Lady in her owne cue. But pray in earnest, are you in loue with all these? Pish, I haue not a ragge of loue about me. Tis only a foolish humour I am possest with, to be surnam'd the Conquerour. I will court any thing; be in loue with nothing, nor no—thing. A rare man you are, I protest. Yes, I know I am a rare man, and I euer held my selfe so. In amorous contemplation on my life; Courting his Page by Hel. con. Tis false. A grosse vntruth; Ile iustifie it, Sir, At any time, place, weapon. Marry shall she. No quarrels, good'ee Whiske. Lay by your Trumperies, and fall to your practice. Instructions are ready for you all. Pelias is your Leader, follow him. Get credit now or neuer. Vanish, Doodles, vanish. For the Deuice. The same, get'ee gone, and make no bawling. To waste my time thus Droane-like in the Court, And lose so many houres, as my studies Haue horded vp, is to be like a man That creepes both on his hands and knees, to climbe A mountaines top, where when he is ascended, One carelesse slip downe, tumbles him againe Into the bottome whence a first began. I need no Princes fauour: Princes need My art. Then Corax, be no more a Gull, The best of'em cannot foole thee, nay, they shall not. We find him timely now let's learne the cause.