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 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
The Sun begins to bathe i'th' Mornings Tears: Hast thou Lucio called, and bid Pytho mix With him in a sad Song? I have Madam. No more (Niente) shalt thou service do For me: last night I told thee I had lost My vanity: that courtly Lady serve Who finds it first. But lest thy wants augment Thy Sins, my charity affords thee this— Well I'm resolved to mend, or become worse. THis Lady, ripe, and calm, and fresh, As Eastern Summers are; Must now forsake both Time, and Flesh, T'add Light to some small Star. Whilst yet alive, each Star decayed She may relieve with Light: But Death leads Beauty to a shade More cold more dark, than Night. The saucy faith of man doth blind His pride, till it conduce To Destine all his abject kind For some Eternal use. But ask not Bodies (doomed to die) To what abode they go; Since Knowledge is, but sorrow's Spy, It is not safe to know. Howle, howl, until you wake the inhabitants Of Graves! till you disquiet all the Spheres; And put harmonious Nature out of tune, What means this fatal summon, that doth make Amazement cold, as is Iberian Ice. Great Altamont (your Lord) who still was prompt To curb th'incitements of your wrath; threw wise Advantage from his reach, and struggled with The bold Sciolto, in an equal war. Down holy flame. When Hope doth sicken so, I would not have the power to prophecy. The surly Lion, and the testy Boar, Did ne'er maintain, resistance with like fierce And ruinous return of strength: for from Their Eyes such Lightning flew, that Villagers (Whose early labours tilled the Earth) did think Rash Phaeton did scourge the fiery team Again. Sciolto chipped, gagged with wounds; Did bleed away his strength. This his false Sword Your Husband bade me prostrate at your feet— And 'tis the last memorial of his love. Ambiguous History! He conqueror, Yet this the last memorial of his love! Wise Heaven did mock your Altamont: for whilst o'er joyed with victory, he spies in's Breast A large deep wound, and thence his Soul took flight. O my poor Lord! how soon hast thou begun Thy immortality. The hasty Spark So upward mounts, and then no more is seen. I'th' last remainder of his dying speech, He briefly told his Testament; which doth Contain employments sad, and such as you Must actuate straight. To please his Ghost, show now A little loyalty and love, Rise, and Be conducted by my slow steps. I will Inform your knowledge all that he enjoined Th'obedience which I scanted to his life, Unto his memory I'll strictly pay. You have a loss that doth outspeak complaint▪ If sweet and pliant discipline of Courts, If feats of mighty War, or sober Arts Advance th'esteem of humane quality; 'Tis fit your Altamont we strive to raise, Above the charity or skill of praise,
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The Sunne begins to bath i'th'Mornings Teares▪ Haſt thou Lucio call'd, and bid Pytho mix With him in a ſad Song? I haue Madam. No more (Niente) ſhalt thou ſeruice doe For me: laſt night I told thee I had loſt My vanitie: that courtly Lady ſerue Who findes it firſt. But leaſt thy wants augment Thy Sinnes, my charitie affoords thee this— Well I'm reſolu'd to mend, or become worſe. THis Lady, ripe, and calme, and freſh, As Eaſterne Summers are; Muſt now forſake both Time, and Fleſh, T'adde Light to ſome ſmall Starre. Whilſt yet aliue, each Starre decay'd▪ Shee may relieue with Light: But Death leads Beauty to a ſhade More cold more darke, then Night. The ſawcy faith of man doth blind His pride, 'till it conduce To Deſtine all his abiect kind For ſome Eternall vſe. But aske not Bodies (doom'd to die) To what abode they goe; Since Knowledge is, but ſorrowes Spy, It is not ſafe to know. Howle, howle, vntill you wake the inhabitants Of Graues! till you diſquiet all the Spheares; And put harmonious Nature out of tune, What meanes this fatall ſummon, that doth make Amazement cold, as is Iberian Ice. Great Altamont (your Lord) who ſtill was prompt To curbe th'incitements of your wrath; threw wiſe Aduantage from his reach, and ſtruggled with The bold Sciolto, in an equall warre. Downe holy flame. When Hope doth ſicken ſo, I would not haue the power to prophecy. The ſurly Lyon, and the teſty Bore, Did nere maintaine, reſiſtance with like fierce And ruinous returne of ſtrength: for from Their Eyes ſuch Lightning flew, that Villagers (Whoſe early labours till'd the Earth) did thinke Raſh Phaeton did ſcourge the fiery Teeme Agen. Sciolto chipp'd▪ gagged with wounds; Did bleede away his ſtrength. This his falſe Sword Your Husband bade me proſtrate at your feet— And 'tis the laſt memoriall of his loue. Ambiguous Hiſtory! He conquerour, Yet this the laſt memoriall of his loue! Wiſe Heauen did mocke your Altamont: for whilſt Ore ioy'd with victory, he ſpies in's Breaſt A large deepe wound, and thence his Soule tooke flight. O my poore Lord! how ſoone haſt thou begunne Thy immortalitie. The haſty Sparke So vpard mounts, and then no more is ſeene. I'th'laſt remainder of his dying ſpeech, He briefly told his Teſtament; which doth Containe imployments ſad, and ſuch as you Muſt actuate ſtrait. To pleaſe his Ghoſt, ſhew now A little loyaltie and loue, Riſe, and Be conducted by my ſlow ſteps. I will Enforme your knowledge all that he enioyn'd Th'obedience which I canted to his life, Vnto his memory I'le ſtrictly pay. You haue a loſſe that doth out-ſpeake complai ▪ If ſweete and pliant diſcipline of Courts, If feats of mighty Warre, or ſober Ats Aduance th'eſteeme of humane qualiie; 'Tis fit your Altamont we ſtriue to raiſe, Aboue the charitie or skill of praiſe▪