Fletcher, Phineas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1615 [Mar 13] (Annals) pastoral · at University unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 516 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Ah my Olinda who can pity thee That wouldst not pity th' excellent Thalander. 'Tis just ye seas well doth impartial fate With monstrous death punish thy monstrous hate. And whither art thou now thus armed going. Down to the fatal rock I go to see And act a part in this foul Tragedy. Why canst thou hope such losses to repair? Who nothing hopes yet nothing ought despair. What 'tis impossible? ah cease to prove? whatever was impossible to love? 'Tis certain thou add'st thy death to hers Unworthy love that life for love prefers What good canst do when thou canst not restore her. to live with her or else to die before her. 'Tis fate that in this monster bids engrave her. And 'tis my fate to die with her or save her. In vain to fight against all conquering Ioue: But in my hand shall fight Ioue conquering love. Atyches why shouldst thou thus betray thyself? She was my sister, and as dear to me As ever was a sister to a brother: Had fate felt any hope, my willing hand Should be as Pressed to give her aid as any. Were not the fight 'gainst heaven I might adventure, But here I needs must leave her, though a brother She never loved me. I loved her ever. More shouldest thou hate her now: Can Seas or rivers stand can Rocks remove? Could they? yet could I never cease to love: Perindus, if now I see thee last, farewell: Within thy breast all joys and quiet dwell. Adieu: Olinda now to thee I fly For thee I lived, for thee i'll gladly die, Go choicest spirit: the heavenly love regard thee, And for thy love, with life, and love reward thee. Perindus thou know'st how late was my arrival, And short abode in this your Sicily, And how delighted with these accidents So strange and rare, I have decreed to make Some longer stay, but since I saw this Atyches His love more strong than death, a resolution Beyond humanity I much desired To know him, what he is, and what his country That breeds such minds: let me entreat you then At large to give me all this story Somewhat 'twill east your grief, just are his pains That sorrow with more sorrow entertains. It will be tedious, and my heavy mind Fit words for such a tale can never find: Yet I'll unfold it all, that you may see How beauteous love shows in inconstancy: Who hath not heard of Glaucus' love? hapless Whilst fairest Seylla baths him, love inspires At once herself she cools and him she fires. A sea god burnt in flames, and flames most please him Glaucus finds neither waves nor herbs to ease him Cold were his eyes more cold her coy disdain: Yet none of both could quench love's scorching flame: Till Circe whom scornd love to madness moves Quenches at once her beauty and his loves. There stands she now a proof of jealous spite As full of horror now as then delight:
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Ah my Olinda who can pitty thee That wouldst not pitty th' excellent Thalander. 'Tis iust yee seas well doth impartiall fate With monstrous death pnnih thy monstrous hate. And whither art thou now thus armed going. Downe to the fatall rocke I goe to see And act a part in this foule Tragedy. Why canst thou hope such losses to repayre? Who nothing hopes yet nothing ought despaire. What 'tis impossible? ah cease to proue? What euer was impossibe to loue? 'Tis certaine thou adst thy death to hers Vnworthy loue that life for loue prefers What good canst do when thou canst not restore her. to liue with her or else to die before her. 'Tis fate that in this monster bids engraue her. And 'tis my fate to die with her or saue her. In vaine to fight against all conquering Ioue: But in my hand shall fight Ioue conquering loue. Atychs why shouldst thou thus betray thy selfe? She was my sister, and as deare to me As euer was a sister to a brother: Had fate felt any hope, my willing hand Should be as Prest to giue her ayd as any. Were not the fight gainst heauen I might aduenture, But here I needs must leaue her, though a brother She neuer loued mee. I lou'd her euer. More shouldest thou hate her now: Can Seas or Riuers stand can Rocks remooue? Could they? yet could I neuer cease to loue: Perindus, if now I see thee last, farewell: Within thy breast all ioyes and quiet dwell. Adiew: Olinda now to thee I flye For thee I liu'd, for thee i'le gladly die, Goe choycest spirit: the heauenly loue regard thee, And for thy loue, with life, and loue reward thee. Perindus thou knowst how late was my arriuall, And short abode in this your Sicely, And how delighted with these accidents So strange and rare, I haue decreed to make Some longer stay, but since I saw this Atyches His loue more strong then death, a resolution Beyond humanity I much desir'd To know him, what he is, and what his country That breeds such minds: let me intreate you then At large to giue me all this story Somewhat t'will east your griefe, iust are his paines That sorrow with more sorrow entertaines. It will be tedious, and my heauy minde Fit words for such a tale can neuer finde: Yet I'le vnfold it all, that you may see How beautious loue showes in inconstancy: Who hath not heard of Glaucus loue? haplesse Whilst fairest Seylla baths him, loue inspires At once herselfe she cooles and him she fires. A sea god burnt in flames, and flames most please him Glaucus findes neither waues nor hearbes to ease him Cold were his eyes more cold her coy disdaine: Yet none of boeth could quench loues schorching flame: Till Circe whom scornd loue to madnes moues Quenches at once her beautie and his loues. There stands shee now a proofe of iealous spite As full of horror now as then delight: