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 · 525 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
When the seas and tempest roar You either sleep or pipe or play And dance along the golden shore Thus you spend the night and day Shrill winds a pipe, hoarse seas a taber To fit your sports or ease your labour. First ah first the holy Muse rapt my souls most happy eyes Who in those holy groves do use And learn those sacred mysteries The years and months, old age and birth The palsies of the trembling earth. The flowing of the sea and Moon And ebb of both, and how the tides Sink in themselves and backward run. How palled Cynthia closely slides Stealing her brother from our sight So robs herself and him of light. But if cold natures frozen parts My dull slow heart and cloudy brain Cannot reach those heavenly nets Next happy is the fisher's pain Whose love roofs peace do safely hide And shut out fortune, want and pride. There shall I quiet fearless reign My boys my subjects taught submission About my court my sons my train Nets my purveyors of provision, The steer my sceptre, pipe musician Labour my Physic, no Physician. So shall I laugh the angry seas and sky Thus singing may I live, and singing die. WHen Attyches with better sight I eye, Some power methinks beyond humanity, Some heavenly power within his bosom lies And plainly looks through th' windows of his eyes. Thalander, if that souls departed rest In other men, thou livest in his breast, He is more than he seems, or else— but see. My love, my hate, my joy, my misery. Perindus, whither turnest thou? if thy wandering love My love eschew, yet nothing canst thou see Why thou shouldst fly me, I am no monster, friend, That seeks thy spoil, look on me, I am she To whom th' haste vowed all faith and loyalty, Whom thou with vows and prayers and oaths haste plied And praying wept and weeping been denied, And died in the denial, I am she Whom by my brother's importunity Thalander's means thou want'st, who still persever, Though thou art changed, I loving love for ever. Tell me am I altered in mind or bodies frame? What then I was am I not still the same? Yes, yes, thou art the same both then and now As fair, more fair than heavens clearest brow. What have I now deserved? In heaven to dwell: The purest star deserves not heaven so well. Perindus, I am the same, ah I am she I was at first, but thou, thou art not he Which once thou wast. True, ah too true: Then was I happy being so distressed, And now most miserable by being blessed. Tell me what thus hath changed thy former love, Which once thou swor'st nor heaven nor hell could move: How hath this scorn and hate stolen in thy heart And on a Comic stage, hast learned the art To play a tyrant, and a foul deceiver? To promise mercy, and perform it never? To look more sweet, masked in thy looks disguise, Than mercy's self, or pities gracious eyes.
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When the seas and tempest roare You eyther sleepe or pipe or play And dance along the golden shore Thus you spend the night an day Shrill windes a pipe, hoarse seas a taber To fit your sports or ease your labour. First ah first the holy Muse Rap't my soules most happy eyes Who in those holy groues de vse Ad learne those sacred misteries The yeares and months, old age and birth The palsies of the trembling earth. The flowing of the sea and Moone And ebbe of both, nd how the tides Sinke in themselues and backward run. How palled Cynthia closely slides Stealing her brother from our sight So robs herselfe and him of light. But if cold natures frozen parts My dull slow heart and cloudie brain Cannot reach those heauenly nets Next happie is the fishers paine Whose loue roofes peace doe safely ide And shut out fortune, want and pride. There shall I quiet fearelesse raigne My boyes my subiects taught submission About my court my sonnes my traine Nets my punaiors of prouision, The steere my septer, pip musition Labour my Phisicke, no Phisitian. So shall I laugh the angry seas and skie Thus singing may I lie, and singing di. VVHen Attyches with better sight I eye, Some powre me thinks beyond humanity, Some heauenly power within his bosome lyes And plainely looks through th' windowes of his eyes. Thalander, if that soules departed rest In other men, thou liuest in his brest, He is more then he seemes, or else— but see. My loue, my hate, my ioy, my miserie. Perindu, whither turnst tu? if thy wandring loue My loue eschew, yet nothing canst thou see Why thou shouldst flye me, I am no monster, friend, That seekes thy spoyle, looke on me, I am shee To whom th' hast vowd all fayth and loyalty, Whom thou with vowes and prayers and oathes hast ply'd And praying wept and weeping beene deny'd, And dy'd in the denyall, I am she Whom by my brothers importunity Thalanders meanes thou want'st, who still perseuer, Though thou art chang'd, I louing loue for euer. Tell me am I altered in minde or bodies frame? What then I was am I not still the same? Yes, yes, thou art the same both then and now As faire, more faire then heauens clearest brow. What haue I now deserued? In heauen to dwell: The purest starre deserues not heauen so well. Perindus, I am the same, ah I am she I was at first, but thou, thou art not hee Which once thou wast. True, ah too true: Then was I happy being so distressed, And now most miserable by being blessed. Tell me what thus hath chang'd thy former loue, Which once thou sworst nor heauen nor hell could moue: How hath this scorne and hate stolne in thy heart And on a Commick stage, hast learnt the art To play a tyrant, and a foule deceiuer? To promise mercy, and performe it neuer? To looke more sweete, maskt in thy lookes disguise, Then mercies selfe, or pitties gracious eyes.