Davenant, William · published 1630 · first performed or written 1629 [licensed for stage, Oct 2] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Two neighbouring Lilies whom rude winds disperse 'Mongst restless dust, may sooner meet upon Their stalks again, and kiss each other in A second growth, than we our loves renew. Take heed (Sir) how you prophesy! For my Humility with moist contrition joined, May hope to wash my leprous stains away. O no! my jealousy is grown so sick, that my Suspect informs me, it will ne'er be cured. I creep thus to my Tomb, indebted for Your love, till all the drowsy world shall rise To general Accounts; and than my want Of earlier gratitude will make my Debt A sin— O trivial property of life! Some do attend the mighty war, and make Divinity their yoke; till for the sport Of Kings th' augmentaugment the number of the dead. Some walk in slippery paths of Court, and feed On silent smiles; the gravity of mirth. Some travail in the search of humane Arts, But knowledge is reserved: She sits so high In Clouds, we cannot reach her with our Eye: Or if with patient steps we to her climb, Death says we cannot reach her with our time. For withered age arrives, when numbering on Our griefs not years; the tedious space of life We strait accuse. For life is like the span Forced from a gouty hand; which, as it gains Extent, and active length, the more it pains. MY journey was by stealth, else I had brought With these, Legions of Dukes to speak my birth. My Lady 'gins t'enquire (Sir) after sleep, For it grows late. My corporal method I will disorder, ere I'll miss her view. This British Groat is thine; traffic for Pins. Make the Devil your Factor; there's a Stock To set up with. No bribes? I am beloved. Brother, I wish you would avoid my haunts. 'tis not for my credit, nor yet for our Dead fathers, thus to make your person known, Being y'are illegitimate begot, By the motion of the evil Spirit. Go, let that fellow die. Why, let him Sir. Were we his heirs, w'had cause to hasten his Decease. D'ye walk like Neptune in a mask, Attended on by two o'th' calm Winds? theyare Nobles of a supreme race. This is Stocccata called, and that Punto. They both Are come to warrant my creation good Upon the Gauntlet of a Giant or a Whale. Maintain your birth— Were you my father's Bawds? Alas, you are young (Sir) you know not us! We cannot swell and rant like things that would Be rather heard then felt: but we can thrust Our Whineards home, with joy and quiet too. Sweet heart; you are not read i'th' rudiments Of wrath. You shall perceive some that are loud And active with their Lungs; Courage in them You may suspect: but when you see a cool And silent anger like to ours, then keep Your wandering hands at home. Soft Sir, beware!
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Two neighboring Lillies whom rude winds diſperſe 'Mongſt reſtleſſe duſt, may ſooner meet vpon Their ſtalkes agen, and kiſſe each other in A ſecond growth, then we our loues renew. Take heede (Sir) how you prophecy! For my Humilitie with moiſt contrition ioyn'd, May hope to waſh my leprous ſtaines away. O no! my iealouſie is growne ſo ſicke, that my Suſpect enformes me, it will nere be cur'd. I creepe thus to my Toombe, indebted for Your loue, till all the drowſie world ſhall riſe To generall Accompts; and then my want Of earlier gratitude will make my Debt A ſinne— O triuiall propertie of life! Some doe attend the mighty warre, and make Diuinitie their yoake; till for the ſport Of Kings th'augment the number of the dead. Some walke in ſlipprie paths of Court, and feede On ſilent ſmiles; the grauitie of mirth. Some trauaile in the ſearch of humane Arts, But knowledge is reſeru'd: She ſits ſo high In Cloudes, we cannot reach her with our Eye: Or if with patient ſteps we to her climbe, Death ſayes we cannot reach her with our time. For witherd age ariues, when numbring on Our griefs not yeeres; the tedious ſpace of life We ſtraite accuſe. For life is like the ſpanne Forc'd from a gowtie hand; which, as it gaines Extent, and actiue length, the more it paines. MY iourney was by ſtealth, elſe I had brought With theſe, Legions of Dukes to ſpeake my birth. My Lady'gins t'enquire (Sir) after ſleepe, For it growes late. My corporall method I will diſorder, ere I'le miſſe her view. This Britiſh Groate is thine; traficke for Pinnes. Make the Deuill your Factor; Ther's a Stocke To ſet vp with. No bribes? I am belou'd. Brother, I wiſh you would auoid my haunts. Tis not for my credit, nor yet for our Dead fathers, thus to make your perſon knowne, Being y'are illegitimate begot, By the motion of the euill Spirit. Goe, let that fellow die. Why, let him Sir. Were we his heires, w'had cauſe to haſten his Deceaſe. D'ye walke like Neptune in a maske, Attended on by two o'th calme Windes? Th'are Nobles of a ſupreame race. This is Stocccata call'd, and that Punto. They both Are come to warrant my creation good Vpon the Gauntlet of a Giant or a Whale. Maintaine your birth—Were you my fathers Bawdes? Alas, you are young (Sir) you know not vs! We cannot ſwell and rant like things that would Be rather heard then felt: but we can thruſt Our Whineards home, with ioy and quiet too. Sweet heart; you are not read i'th'rudiments Of wrath. You ſhall perceiue ſome that are lowd And actiue with their Lungs; Courage in them You may ſuſpect: but when you ſee a coole And ſilent anger like to ours, then keepe Your wandring hands at home. Soft Sir, beware!