Fletcher, Phineas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1615 [Mar 13] (Annals) pastoral · at University T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.73 · 467 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Some for their bashfulness, more for their boldness, The wiseman for his silence, the fool for his bibble babble; And now she longs in haste for another fat cods-head, A good fat sow, and I must snare one for her She has (let me see I have the tally) Some hundred lovers, yet still desires another The first that passeth all the rest in love Is called Pas: Hah know you your cue so well? He is a malum collum, alas poor fool; He would engross my Mistress to himself He would have her all alone, let her alone for that And for that it will not be, he raves and swears And chides and fights, but what need I describe him he'll do't himself, come, begin begin. Who sows the seas, or ploughs the easy shore? Yet I, fond I more fond, and senseless more: Who strives in nets to prison in the wind? Yet I in love a woman thought to bind: Fond, too fond thoughts, that thought in love to tie, One more inconstant than inconstancy: Look as it is with some true April day, The sun his glorious beams doth fair display, And straight a cloud breaks into fluent showers, Then shines and rains, and clears and straight it lours: And twenty changings in one hour do prove, So, and more changing is a woman's love. Fond then my thoughts, that thought a thing so vain, Fond love, to love what could not love again. Fond hopes, that anchor on so false a ground, Fond thoughts that fired with love, in hope thus drowned: Fond thoughts, fond hope, fond heart, but fondest I, To grasp the wind, and love inconstancy. Ah Cosma, Cosma. Ah Pas, ass passing ass; hah, ha, he: Fond thoughts, fond hope, fond heart, but fondest I, To grasp the wind, and love inconstancy; ha, ha, he, This fool would have I know not what, the sea To stand still like a pond, the Moon never to change, A woman true to one he knows not what: She that to one all her affections brings Cages herself and pinions Cupid's wings. Let's see whose's the second; O the second Is an old dotard who though now fourscore Yet nature having left him some few hot embers Racked up in cold ashes, thinks himself all fire and flame And therefore like the dwarfs Who though ne'er so old, yet still consort with boys So he among the freshest, youth in dancing In songs and sporting spends his faddish time. When snow on's head, shows in his eye With winter looks gives summer words the lie His name is Fredocaldo; he knows his name No sooner called but comes what is't he reads? Upon my life some sonnet, I'll stand and hear.
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Some for their bashfulnes, more for their boldnesse, The wiseman for his silence, the foole for his bibble babble; And now she longs in haste for another fat cods-head, A good fat sow, and I must snare one for her She has (let me see I haue the tallie) Some hundred louers, yet still desires another The first that passeth all the rest in loue Is called Pas: Hah know you your cue so well? He is a malum collum, alas poore foole; He would engrosse my Mistris to himselfe He would haue her all alone, let her alone for that And for that it will not be, he raues and sweares And chides and fights, but what neede I describe him Hee'l doe't himselfe, come, begin begin. Who sowes he seas, or plowes the easy shore? Yet I, fond I more fond, and sencelesse more: Who striues in nets to prison in the winde? Yet I in loue a woman thought to bind: Fond, too fond thoughts, that thought in loue to tie, One more inconstant then inconstancy: Looke as it is with some true Aprill day, The sunne his glorious beames doth fayre display, And straight a clowd breakes into fluent showres, Then shines and raines, and cleares and straight it lowres: And twenty changinges in one houre do proue, So, and more changing is a womans loue. Fond then my thoughts, that thought a thing so vaine, Fond loue, to loue what could not loue againe. Fond hopes, that ancho on so false a ground, Fond thoughts that fir'd with loue, in hope thus drownd: Fond thoughts, fond hope, fond heart, but fondest I, To graspe the winde, and loue inconstancy. Ah Cosma, Cosma. Ah Pas, asse passing asse; hah, ha, he: Fond thoughts, fond hope, fond heart, but fondest I, To graspe the winde, and loue inconstancy; ha, ha, he, This foole would haue I know not what, the sea To stand still like a pond, the Moone neuer to change, A woman true to one hee knowes not what: She that to one all her afections brings Cages herselfe and pinions Cupids wings. Le's see whose the second; O the second Is an old dotard who though now fourescore Yet nature hauing left him some few hot embers Rack't vp in cold ashes, thinkes himselfe al fire and flame And theefore like the dwarfes Who though neere so old, et still consort with boyes So he among the freshest, youh in dancing In songs and sporting spends his fadish time. Whe snow on's head, showes in his eye With winter lookes giues summer words the lye His name is Fredocaldo; he knowes his name No sooner cald but comes what i'st he reads? Vpon my life some sonnet, Ile stand and heare.