Fletcher, Phineas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1615 [Mar 13] (Annals) pastoral · at University T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.79 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Love is the fire, dam, nurse, and seed Of all that air, earth, waters breed. All these earth, water, air, fire, Though contraries, in love conspire. Fond painters: love is not a lad, With bow, and hafts, and feathers clad; As he is fancied in the brain Of some loose loving idle swain, Much sooner is he felt then seen, His substance subtle, slight and thin, Oft leaps he from the glancing eyes, Oft in some smooth mount he lies, Soonest he wins, the fastest flies: Oft lurks he 'twixt the ruddy lips, Thence while the heart his Nectar sips, Down to the soul the poison slips, Oft in a voice creeps down the ear, Oft hides his darts in golden hair, Oft blushing cheeks do light his fire, Oft in a smooth soft kin retires, Often in smiles, often in tears; His flaming heat in water bears, When nothing else kindles desire, virtues self shall blow the fire: Love with thousand darts abounds, Surest and deepest virtue wounds, Oft himself becomes a dart, And love with love, doth love impart. Thou painful pleasure, pleasing pain, Thou gainful life, thou losing gain: Thou bitter sweet, easing disease, How dost thou by displeasing please? How dost thou thus bewitch the heart? To love in hate, to joy in smart. To think itself most bound, when free, And freest in his slavery. Every creature is thy debtor, None but loves, some worse, some better: Only in love, they happy prove, Who love what most deserves their love. BE patient. Yes, I am patient, And suffer all, while all heaven's ills are spent. You give yourself to grief. Senseless and mad. Who in much grief, is not extremely sad? Alas sir, she was mortal, and must die. True, true, and could the fates no time espy But this? to me she never lived till now, And now Perindus? now! oh— She was my sister! Alas, thy sister! She was my life, my soul, she was my love, She was— words know not what she was to me: She was—thou most accursed word of was Be comforted. Perindus, the very name of comfort, is most comfortless Comfort, joy, hope, lived in her cheerful smiling, And now must die, or live in far exiting. Comfort, joy, hope, for ever I deny you, And would not name you now but to defy you. Sir, with more patience you have often borne Far greater evils. Perindus, do not say so, If thou yet love me, prithee do not say so: Was ever ill as this? hell's breviary, All torment in this narrow space is laid, The worst of all, in these two words are said: Olinda dead? dead! whither dost thou lead me? Why, I can go alone, alone can find The way I seek, I see it best when blind. I prithee leave me. Thalander, I'll not leave thee, Should heaven with thunder strike these arms that clasp thee, My dying hands should but more firmly grasp thee.
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Loue is the fire, damme, nurse, and seede Of all that aire, earth, waters breede. All these earth, water, aire, fire, Though contraries, in loue conspire. Fond painters: loue is not a lad, With bw, and hafts, and feathers clad; As he is faucied in the braine Of some loose louing idle swaine, Much sooner is he felt then seene, His substance subtile, slight and thinne, Oft leapes hee from the glancing eyes, Oft in some smooth mount he lyes, Soonest he winnes, the fastest flyes: Oft lurkes h twixt the ruddy lips, Thence while the heart his Nectar sips, Downe to the soule the poyson slips, Oft in a voyce creeps downe the eare, Oft hides his darts in golden haire, Oft blushing cheeks do light his fire, Oft in a smooth soft kinne retires, Often in smiles, often in teares; His flaming heate in water beares, When nothing else kindles desire, Eun vrtues selfe shall blow the fire: Loue with thousand darts abounds, Surest and deepest vertue wounds, Oft himselfe becomes a dart, And loue with loue, doth loue impart. Thou painfull pleasure, pleasing paine, Thou gainefull life, thou losing gaine: Thou bitter sweete, easing disease, How doest thou by displeasing please? How doest thou thus bewitch the heart? To loue in hate, to ioy in smart. To thinke it selfe most bound, when free, And freest in his slauery. Euery creature is thy debter, None but loues, some worse, some better: Onely in lou, they happy prooue, Who loue what most deserues their loue. BE patient. Yes, I am patient, And suffer all, while all heauens ills are spent. You giue your selfe to griefe Sencelesse and mad. Who in much griefe, is not extremely sad? Alas sir, she was mortall, and must die. True, true, and could the fates no time spie But this? to me she neuer liu'd till now, And now Perindus? now! oh— She was my sister! Alas, thy sister! She was my life, my soule, she was my love, She was—words know not what she was to me: She was—thou most accursed word of was Be comforted. Perindus, the very name of comfort, is most comfortlesse Comfort, ioy, hope, liu'd in her cheerfull smiling, And now must die, or liue in far exing. Comfort, ioy, hope, for euer I deny you, And would not name you now but to defie you. Sir, with more patience you haue often borne Far greater euils. Perindus, doe not say so, If thou yet loue me, prethee doe not say so: Was euer ill as this? hels breniary All torment in this narrow space is layd, The wost of all, in these two words are sayd: Olinda dead? dead! whither doest thou lead mee? Why, I can goe alone, alone can finde The way I seeke, I see it best when blinde. I prethee leaue me. Thalander, I'le not leaue thee, Should heauen with thunder strike these arms that claspe thee, My dying hands should but more firmely graspe thee.