Davenant, William · published 1629 · first performed or written 1628 [1626-1629] (Annals) tragedy · Unacted unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 513 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Let his ashes rest At quiet in their Urn. His ghost long since Hath washed away the memory of his fate In slow-paced Lethe. Take me, modest fair, Into thy bosom. O hide me there! My glad soul, how full is thy content? Now thou feared thing, that guid'st the heavenly Empire, Rend all the murmuring clouds, and dart Thy Thunder at me: I am safe. My captivity must needs seem easy, Whilst the Conqueror proves so kind. I could gaze thus on thee, till my wonder Did convert me into marble; and yet My soul would in herself retain a fire, Lively as that which bold Prometheus stole. Were the Sea coagulate, and the world Returned to th' antic Chaos, a blind Lump; Thy look would force the warring elements Into a sacred order; and beget A harmony like this they now enjoy. You are too powerful in you speech. Yet when I value thus thy excellence, Let me not forget my own high being. I've humbled all the Nations of the earth; Brought home as spoils the whole wealth of Nature: Yet, Rhodolinda, nought like thee. Let me Whisper my content, for soft music most Delights the female ear. Why, my dear Valdaura, dost thou suspect My warm embraces? Let hungry death cease On my honour, before it cease on me, If in my breast I entertain a thought Unlawful. I esteem you (Sir) a friend to virtue, And in that hope would cherish all your love. In thy fair brow, there's such a Legend writ Of timorous chastity, that it doth blind Th'adulterous Eye. Not the Mountain Ice, (Congealed to Crystal) is so frosty chaste As thy victorious soul, which conquers Man, And Man's proud Tyrant-passion. But I am Too rough for Courtship, the soft harmony Which wanton Peace instructs the Tongue to make, I have forgot. Trust me (bright Maid!) I love thee dearly. Though I've found thy heart Like Pebble, smooth, but stony. I've heard my mother say: the curled Youth Of Italy, were prompt in wanton stealths, And sinful Arts. Till Time had given me Assurance of your noble thoughts; 'twas safe To doubt your love. But now I wish I were More worthy, and then would prove more liberal Of myself. Let me enjoy thy hand! that moist Adamant That so attracts my soul! We will (ere night Her black Curtain draws) make complete this love, With marriage Rites. How now, Boy! Is my interest so decayed In your young person, that you give away yourself Without my leave! Humbly on my knee, I beg the vulgar Privilege due to all hearts. To love, and not enjoy, Is a torture, I cannot suffer long, And still remain possessed with breath. Thou hast showed me physic for my passion. Take him, Valdaura, and be proud! 'tis I That love him: nor shall your joys be single. I'll make the number yet more full. This day We'll consecrate to Hymen's use. Behold Your Queen (who though my Captive) for her birth And beauty, is the first of Queens.
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Let his aſhes reſt At quiet in their Vrne. His ghoſt long ſince Hath waſh'd away the memory of his fate In ſlow-pac'd Laethe. Take me, modeſt faire, Into thy boſome. O hide me there! My glad ſoule, how full is thy content? Now thou fear'd thing, that guid'ſt the heauenly Empire, Rend all the murmuring clouds, and dart Thy Thunder at me: I am ſafe. My captiuity muſt needs ſeeme eaſie, Whilſt the Conquerour proues ſo kinde. I could gaze thus on thee, till my wonder Did conuert me into marble; and yet My ſoule would in her ſelfe retaine a fire, Liuely as that which bold Prometheus ſtole. Were the Sea coagulate, and the world Returnd to th' antick Chaos, a blinde Lumpe; Thy looke would force the warring elements Into a ſacred order; and beget A harmony like this they now inioy. You are too powerfull in you ſpeech. Yet when I valew thus thy excellence, Let me not forget my owne high being. I'ue humbled all the Nations of the earth; Brought home as ſpoyles the whole wealth of Nature: Yet, Rhodolinda, nought like thee. Let me Whiſper my content, for ſoft muſicke moſt Delights the female eare. Why, my deare Valdaura, doſt thou ſuſpect My warme embraces? Let hungry death ceaze On my honour, before it ceaze on me, If in my breſt I intertaine a thought Vnlawfull. I eſteeme you (Sir) a friend to vertue, And in that hope would cheriſh all your loue. In thy faire brow, there's ſuch a Legend writ Of timorous chaſtitie, that it doth blinde Th'adulterous Eye. Not the Mountaine Ice, (Congeal'd to Chriſtall) is ſo froſty chaſte As thy victorious ſoule, which conquers Man, And Mans proud Tyrant-paſſion. But I am Too rough for Courtſhip, the ſoft harmony Which wanton Peace inſtructs the Tongue to make, I haue forgot. Truſt me (bright Maid!) I loue thee dearely. Though I'ue found thy heart Like Pibble, ſmooth, but ſtony. I'ue heard my mother ſay: the curled Youth Of Italy, were prompt in wanton ſtealths, And ſinfull Arts. Till Time had giuen me Aſſurance of your noble thoughts; 'twas ſafe To doubt your loue. But now I wiſh I were More worthy, and then would prooue more liberall Of my ſelfe. Let me enioy thy hand! that moyſt Adamant That ſo attracts my ſoule! We will (ere night Her black Curtaine drawes) make compleat this loue, With marriage Rites. How now, Boy! Is my intereſt ſo decay'd In your young perſon, that you giue away your ſelfe Without my leaue! Humbly on my knee, I beg the vulgar Priuiledge due to all hearts. To loue, and not enioy, Is a torture, I cannot ſuffer long, And ſtill remaine poſſeſs'd with breath. Thou haſt ſhew'd me phyſick for my paſſion. Take him, Valdaura, and be proud! Tis I That loue him: nor ſhall your ioyes be ſingle. Ile make the number yet more full. This day We'le conſecrate to Hymens vſe. Behold Your Queene (who though my Captiue) for her birth And beauty, is the firſt of Queenes.