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 · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Fail not within this hour: I know not what this old man's like, unless Our hill of Sicily the flaming AEtna: Whose parches bowels still in fire consuming Fills all the valley with flame and pitchy fuming. Yet on his top congealed snow doth lie As if there were not fire nor Phoebus nigh. Why should we count this strange? when even so This old man's heart's all fire, his head all snow? But what fresh soldier's this? My pretty wag? Sure you do mistake me, sir, I am another's. Thou dost mistake me, boy, I know well whose thou art. I doubt you do not. thouart fair Cosma's boy. My mother told me so. thouart a very wag, take this, my boy. True sir, now I am yours indeed; what! yellow? yours to command: what would you with me? Seest thou! Yes I see very well. Thou art too: quick I prithee let me see thy Mistress. Troth, sir, you cannot, she's taken up with other business, or rather taken down, yet i'll try sir. Oft have I marvelled how the erring eye, Which of his proper object cannot lie, In other subject, fails so in his duty When he's to judge of's chiefest object beauty. None takes the night for day, the day for night. The Lilies seem alike to every sight: Yet when we partial judge of beauty's graces, Which are but colours placed in women's faces, The eye seems never sure the selfsame show And face, this thinks a swan, and that a crow. But sure our minds with strong affections tainted, Look through our eyes as through a glass that's painted. So when we view our loves, we never see What theyare, but what we fain would have them be. Thus Atyches. Perindus thus affecting These Nymphs, make them seem worthiest their respecting, And thus to love their beauties never move them: But therefore beauteous seem because they love them. methinks this Cosma far them both excels, In whose high forehead love commanding dwells. I like not this same too much modesty, Commend the Senate for their gravity. The wanton Nymph doth more delight me far, The modest Nymphs do more seem chaste than are, Women are all alike, the difference this, That seems and is not, that both seems and is. Or if some are not, as they call it, ill, They want the power and means, but not the will. My Mistress as yet is so overlaid with sport or business, she cannot speak with you: may not I know your errand? My errand boy is love. Love (umh) 'tis light enough, I shall carry it away: 'tis so short I shall remember it; but troth sir, another golden star this starless night dropped in my hand, may chance to give light to make my Mistress shine in your arms. Hold thee boy, hold thee: will that content thee? Sir do you know the myrtle grove? Yes well. Your star will conduct you thither straight, within this hour she'll meet you there.
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Faile not within this houre: I know not what this old man's like, vnlesse Or hill of Sicely the flaming AEtna: Whose parches bowells still in fire consuming Fils all the valley with flame and pitchy fuming. Yet on his top congealed snow doth lye As if there were not fire nor Phoebus nie. Why should we count this strange? when euen so This old mans heart's all fire, his head all snow? But what fresh souldier's this? My pretty wagge? Sure you doe mistake me, sir, I am anothers. Thou dost mistake mee, boy, I know well whose tho art. I doubt you doe not. Th'art faire Cosmaes boy. My mother told me so. Th'art a very wagge, take thi, my boy. True sir, now I am yours indeede; what! yellow? yours to command: what would you with me? Seest thou! Yes I see very well. Thou art too: quicke I prethee let me see thy Mistris. Troth, sir, you cannot, shee's taken vp with other busines, or rather taken downe, yet i'le trie sir. Oft haue I maruaild how the erring eye, Which of his proper obiect cannot lye, In other subiect, failes so in his duty When hee's to iudge of's chiefest obiect beauty. None takes the night for day, the day for night. The Lillies seeme alike to euery sight: Yet when we partiall iudge of beauties graces, Which are but colours plac' in womens faces,, The eye seemes neuer sure the selfesame show And face, this thinkes a swanne, and that a crow. But sure our minds with strong affections tainted, Looke through our eyes as through a glasse that's painted. So when we view our loues, we neuer see What th'are, but what we faine would haue them be. Thus Atyches. Perindus thus affecting These Nymphs, make them seem worthiest their respecting, And thus to louo their beauties neuer moue them: But therefore beautious seeme because they loue them. Me thinks this Cosma farre them both excels, In whose high forehead loue commanding dwels. I like not this same too much modestie, Commend the Senate for their grauity. The wanton Nymph doth more delight me farre, The modest Nymphs doe more seeme chaste then are, Women are all alike, the difference this, That seemes and is not, that both seemes and is. Or if some are not, as they call it, ill, They want the power and meanes, but not the will. My Mistris as yet is so ouerlayd with sport or busines, she cannot speake with you: may not I know your errand? My errand boy is loue. Loue (um) tis light enough, I shall carry it away: 'tis so short I shall remember it; but troth sir, another golden star this starlesse night dropt in my hand, may chance to giue light to make my Mistris shine in your armes. Hold thee boy, hold thee: will that content thee? Sir doe you know the myrtle groue? Yes well. Your star will conduct you thither straight, within this houre shee'l meete you there.