Fletcher, Phineas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1615 [Mar 13] (Annals) pastoral · at University T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.82 · 472 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
I can but smile to think how foolish wise Those women are, that choose their loves for wisdom. Wisdom in men's a golden chain to tie Poor women in a glorious slavery. Hark Heavens! O monstrous! hark. O women, women. Fond men, that blame the love that ever ranges To foul and sluttish love, that never changes. The Muses love by course, to change their meeter, Love is like linen often changed, the sweeter. Thus these neat creatures, dead with love and all, By shunning beastliness, make it bestial. Our beauty is our good, the cause of love: Fond that their good toth' best will not improve; What Husbandman neglects his time of sowing? What fisher loseth winds, now fairly blowing? Beauty our good: ah good, ah short and brittle, A little little good, for time as little, How easy dost thou slide, and pass away? Unborn, full grown, and buried in a day. Thy spring is short, and if thou now refuse it, 'tis gone, when fain thou wouldst, thou shalt not use it. The time and every minute daily spends thee. Spend thou the time, while time fit leisure lends thee. Does she not blush? hark, women, here's your preacher, Maids, you want a Mistress; here's a teacher. Now since Conchylio spoke of this Armillus, My new found lover, I half long to try him: Too cruel she that makes her hearts contenting, To see a heart languish in loves tormenting. What though i'th' night we live most wantonly? I' th' morn with clothes we put on modesty. Thus though we sport, and wanton all the night Next sun I'll act a part of fear and fright. Modesty? marry guipp: these are your modest creatures. Long have I hated Olinda, and Glaucilla, And one of them by this hath drunke her la, The next shall follow ere the next day's past. The gin is laid, and if it hit aright, This is her last, this her eternal night. Perindus long I have long loved, whoever scorned me, Because he loves Glaucilla; I know he'll grieve: But when the tempest once is overblown, hoist up all sails; the prize is sure mine own. Ill for a woman is that woman placed, Who like old Ianus, is not double faced. Now to Armillus who sure expects me. How dark the night? more fit for lover's play. The darkest night is lover's brightest day. Well Mistress Iana with your double face, I think I shall outface you by and by. I'll fit you for a face i'fayth, I could be mad now. Well, since you are sportive, i'll make one i'th' play; You have a fool already, i'll act a Devil; And since you needs must to a new consort, I'll bear a part, and make or mar the sport. Atyches? No: Pas.
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I can but smile to thinke how foolish wise Those women are, that chuse their loues for wisedome. Wisedome in men's a golden chaine to tie Poore women in a glorious slauery. Hark Heauens! O monstrous! harke. O women, women. Fond men, that blame the loue that euer ranges To foule and sluttish loue, that neuer changes. The Muses loue by course, to change their meeter, Loue is like linnen often chang'd, the sweeter. Thus these neate creatures, dead with loue and all, By shunning beastlines, make it beastiall. Our beauty is our good, the cause of loue: Fond that their good toth' best will not improue; What Husbandman neglects his time of sowing? What fisher loseth winds, now fairely blowing? Beauty our good: ah good, ah short and britle, A little little good, for time as little, How easie doest thou slide, and passe away? Vnborne, full growne, and buried in a day. Thy spring is short, and if thou now refuse it, Tis gone, when faine thou wouldst, thou shalt not vse it. The time and euery minute daily spends thee. Spend thou the time, while time fit leisure lends thee. Does she not blush? hark, women, heres your preacher, Maids, you want a Mistris; heres a teacher. Now since Conchylio spake of this Armillus, My new found louer, I halfe long to try him: Too cruell she that makes her hearts contenting, To see a heart languish in loues tormenting. What though i't' night we liue most wantonly? I' th' morne with clothes we put on modestie. Thus though we sport, and wanton all the night Next sune ile act a part of feare and fright. Modestie? marry guipp: these are your modest creatures. Long haue I hated Olinda, and Glaucilla, And one of them by this hath drunke her la, The next shall follow ere the next day's past. The ginne is layd, and if it hit aright, This is her last, this her eternall night. Perindu long I haue long lou'd, who euer scorn'd mee, Because he loues Glaucilla; I know hee'l grieue: But when the tempest once is ouerblowne, Hoyst vp all sailes; the prize is sure mine owne. Ill for a woman is that woman plac't, Who like old Ianus, is not double fac't. Now to Armillus who sure expects me. How darke the night? more fit for Louers play. The darkest night is louers brightest day. Well Mstris Iana with your double face, I thinke I shall outface you by and by. Ile fit you for a face i'fayth, I could be mad now. Well, since you are sportiue, i'le make one i'th play; You haue a foole already, i'le act a Deuill; And since you needes must to a new consort, Ile beare a part, and make or marre the sport. Atyches? No: Pas.