Jonson, Ben · published 1641 · first performed or written 1631 [Jan 9] (Annals) masque · before the Court unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 424 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic 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 minds eye, may be seen Your enter-woven lines of good, and fair! Vouchsafe to grace Loves triumph here, to night, 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. Than 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. Meantime, 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 adventurous fool, 4 Fantastic, 5 bribing, and the 6 jealous ass 1 The sordid, 2 scornful, 3 and the angry mule 4 The melancholic, 5 dull, and envious mass, With all the rest, that in the sensual school Of lust, for their degree of brute may pass. All which are vapoured hence. Not loves, but slaves to sense: Mere cattle, and not men. Sound, sound, and triple 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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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Joy, joy to mortals, the rejoycing fires Of gladneſſe, ſmile in your dilated hearts! Whilſt Love preſents a world of chaſt deſires, Which may produce a harmony of parts! Love is the right affection of the minde, The noble appetite of what is beſt: Deſire of union 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 yeelds it ſelfe: affording what is ſcant. So, both affections are the union's cauſe. But, reſt not here. For Love hath larger ſcopes, New joyes, 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 Queene! The top of beauty! but, of ſuch an ayre, As, onely by the minds eye, may be ſeene Your enter-woven lines of good, and fayre! Vouchſafe to grace Loves triumph here, to night, Through all the ſtreetes of your Callipolis; Which by the ſplendor of your rayes made bright The ſeat, and region of all beauty is. Love, in perfection, longeth to appeare, But prayes of favour, he be not call'd on, Till all the ſuburbs, and the skirts be 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. Meanetime, wee make luſtration of the place, And with our ſolemne fires, and waters prove T' have frighted hence, the weake diſeaſed race Of thoſe were tortur'd on the wheele of love. 1 The glorious, 2 whining, 3 the adventurous foole, 4 Phantaſtique, 5 bribing, and the 6 jealous 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 vapour'd hence. No loves, but ſlaves to ſenſe: Meere cattell, and not men. Sound, ſound, and treble all our joyes agen, Who had the power, and vertue to remove Such monſters from the labyrinth of love. Here, ſtay a while: This! this The Temple of all Beautie is! Here, perfect Lovers, you muſt pay Firſt-fruits; and on theſe altars lay (The Ladyes breaſt's) your ample vowes, Such, as Love brings, and Beauty beſt allowes! For Love, without his object, ſoone is gone: Love muſt have anſwering love, to looke upon.