Jonson, Ben · published 1630 · first performed or written 1631 [Jan 9] (Annals) masque · before the Court T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.72 · 418 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Joy, joy to mortals, the rejoicing fires Of gladness, smile in your dilated hearts! Whilst Love presents a world of chaste desires, Which may produce a harmony of parts! Love is the right affection of the mind, The noble appetite of what is best: Desire of union with the thing designed, But in fruition of it cannot rest. The Father plenty is, the Mother want, Plenty the beauty, which it wanteth, draws; Want yields itself: affording what is scant. So, both affections are the union's cause. But, rest not here. For Love hath larger scopes, New joys, new pleasures, of as fresh a date As are his minutes: and, in him no hopes Are pure, but those he can perpetuate. To you that are by excellence a Queen! The top of beauty! but, of such an air, As, only by the mind's eye, may be seen Your interwoven lines of good, and fair! Vouchsafe to grace Loves triumph here, tonight, Through all the streets of your Callipolis; Which by the splendour of your rays made bright The seat, and region of all beauty is. Love, in perfection, longeth to appear But prays, of favour, he be not called on, Till all the suburbs, and the skirts be clear Of perturbations, and th'infection gone. Then will he flow forth, like a rich perfume Into your nostrils! or some sweeter sound Of melting music, that shall not consume Within the ear, but run the mazes round. Mean time, we make lustration of the place, And with our solemn fires, and waters prove T'have frighted, hence, the weak diseased race Of those were tortured on the wheel of love. 1 The glorious,2 whining,3 the aduenturous foole, Fantastic, ⁵ bribing, and the jealous ass 1 The sordid, ² scornful, ³ and the angry mule4 4 The melancholique,5 dull, and envious masse, With all the rest, that in the sensual school Of lust, for their degree of brute may pass. All which are vapoured hence. No loves, but slaves to sense: Mere cattle, and not men. Sound, sound, and treble all our joys again, Who had the power, and virtue to remove Such monsters from the labyrinth of love. Here, stay a while: This! this The Temple of all Beauty is! Here, perfect Lovers, you must pay First-fruits; and on these altars lay (The lady's breasts) your ample vows, Such, as Love brings, and Beauty best allows! For Love, without his object, soon is gone: Love must have answering love, to look upon.
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Joy, ioy to mortals, the reioycing fires Of gladnes, smile in your dilated hearts! Whilst Loue presents a world of chast defires, Which may produce a harmony of parts! Loue is the right affection of the minde, The noble appetite of what is best: Desire of vnion with the thing design'd, But in fruition of it cannot rest. The Father plenty is, the Mother want, Plenty the beauty, which it wanteth, drawes; Want yeilds it selfe: affording what is scant. So, both affections are the vnion's cause. But, rest not here. For Loue hath larger scopes, New ioyes, new pleasures, of as fresh a date As are his minutes: and, in him no hopes Are pure, but those hee can perpetuate. To you that are by excellence a Queene! The top of beauty! but, of such an ayre, As, onely by the minds eye, may bee seene Your enter-wouen lines of good, and fayre! Vouchsafe to grace Loues triumph here, to night, Through all the streetes of your Callipolis; Which by the splendor of your rayes made bright The seate, and region of all beauty is. Loue, in perfection, longeth to appeare But prayes, of fauour, he be not call'd on, Till all the suburbes, and the skirts bee cleare Of perturbations, and th'infection gon. Then will he flow forth, like a rich perfume Into your nostrils! or some sweeter sound Of melting musique, that shall not consume Within the eare, but run the mazes round. Meane time, wee make lustration of the place, And with our solemne fires, and waters proue T'haue frighted, hence, the weake diseased race Of those were tortur'd on the wheele of loue. 1 The glorious,2 whining,3 the aduenturous foole, 4 Phantastique,5 bribing, and the6 iealous asse 1 The sordid,2 scornefull,3 and the angry mule 4 The melancholique,5 dull, and envious masse, With all the rest, that in the sensuall schoole Of lust, for their degree of brute may passe. All which are vapor'd hence. No loues, but slaues to sense: Meere cattell, and not men. Sound, sound, and treble all our ioyes agen, Who had the power, and vertueto remooue Such monsters from the labyrinth of loue. Heere, stay a while: This! this The Temple of all Beauty is! Heere, perfect Louers, you must pay First-fruits; and on these altars lay (The Ladies breast's) your ample vowes, Such, as Loue brings, and Beauty best allowes! For Loue, without his obiect, soone is gone: Loue must haue answering loue, to looke vpon.