Fletcher, Phineas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1615 [Mar 13] (Annals) pastoral · at University T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.87 · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Thou violat'st thy love in thy mistaking, And clean forsakest thy friend, in not forsaking Olinda: I cannot come, they here enchain me. But neither can, nor shall they here detain me. I'th' mean time, all the honour I can give thee, Is but a grave, that sacred rock, the place Of my conception, and my burial: Since Hymen will not, death shall make thee mine, If not my marriage, my deathbed shall be thine. Farewell ye mountains, and thou burning AEtna, If yet I do not bear thee in my breast, And am myself, a living walking AEtna, The Nymphs that on you dwell, are too coy, Too coy and proud, more fierce than rob tiger More deaf than seas, and more inflexible Than a grown ork, false, flattering, cruel, crafty, And which most grieves me, when I would embrace them, Swifter than chased deer, or dogs that chase them, You heavens, what have we poor men deserved, That you should frame a woman, I and make her So comely and so needful? why should you clothe them With so fine a shape? why should you place Gold in their hair, allurement in their face? And that which most may vex us, you impart Fire into their burning eyes, ice to their heart. Why sweeten you their tongues with sugared charms And force men love, and need their greatest harms? And most of all, why do you make them fleet? Minds as the winds, and wings upon their feet? Of hundred women that I know, But one deserves to be a woman: Whom better heavens have not made more fair, Then courteous, loving, kind, and debonair: She, when she used our Mountains, oft would stay, And hear me speak, and vow, and swear, and pray. Here I have learned, she haunts along these shores: Within these rocky cliffs i'll hide myself, Till fit occasion, if she have changed her mind, Then safely may I curse all women. kind. Love, without thee, all life is tedious, Without thee, there's no sweet, no joy, no life; Thou first gav'st life, and still with new succession, Continuest what thou gav'st, with sweet enticements, Taming the strongest rebellion, thy weapons women, Whom thou so framest, that proudest men are glad, Beaten with them, gently to kiss the rod. Either my weighty passions pull too fast The wheel of time, or else the hour is past: But this is she, or I mistake it. Women that to one man their passions bind, As this man altars, so altars still their mind: Thus ever change they, as those changing fairs, And with their lovers still their love impairs: But I, when once my lovers change their graces, Affect the same, though now in other faces: Thus now my mind is firm, and constant proved, Seeing I ever love, what first I loved. Who blames the speedy heaven, for ever ranging? love's fiery, winged, light, and therefore changing. True, fairest Nymph, Love is a fire still burning, And if not slaked, the heart to ashes turning.
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Thou violat'st thy loue in thy mistaking, And cleane forsak'st thy friend, in not forsaking Olinda: I cannot come, they heere encaine me. But neyther can, nor shall they here detaine me. I'th' meane time, all the honour I can giue thee, Is but a graue, that sacred rocke, the place Of my conception, and my buriall: Since Hymen will not, death shall make thee mine, If not my marriage, my death-bed shall be thine. Farewell yee mountaines, and thou burning AEta, If yet I doe not beare thee in my brest, And am my selfe, a liuing walking AEtna, The Nymphs that on you dwell, are too coy, Too coy and proud, more fierce then robbed tygre More deafe then seas, and more inflexible Then a growne Orke, false, flattering, cruell, craftie, And which most grieues me, when I would embrace them, Swifter then cased Deere, or dogs that chase them, You heauens, what haue we poore men deserued, That you should frame a woman, I and make her So comely and so needefull? why should you cloath them With so fine a shape? why should you place Gold in their haire, allurement in their face? And that which most may vex vs, you impart Fire into their burning eyes, ye to their heart. Why sweeten you their tongues with sugred charmes And force men loue, and need their greatest harmes? And most of all, why doe you make them fleete? Minds as the windes, and wings vpon their feete? Of hundred women that I know, But one deserues to be a woman: Whom better heauens haue not made more faire, Then courteous, louing, kinde, and debonaire: She, when she vsd our Mountaines, oft would stay, And heare me speake, and vow, and sweare, and pray. Here I haue learnt, she haunts along these shores: Within these rockie clifts i'le hide my selfe, Till fit occasion, if shee haue chang'd her minde, Then safely may I curse all women. kinde. Loue, without thee, all life is tedious, Without thee, there's no sweete, no ioy, no life; Thou first gau'st life, and still with new succession, Continuest what thou gau'st, with sweet inticements, Taming the strongst rebellion, thy weapons women, Whom thou so fram'st, that proudest men are glad, Beaten with them, gently to kisse the rod. Eyther my weighty passions pull too fast The wheele of time, or else the houre is past: But this is she, or I mistake it. Women that to one man their passions bind, As this man alters, so alters still their mind: Thus euer change they, as those changing faires, And with their louers still their loue impaires: But I, when once my louers change their graces, Affect the same, though now in other faces: Thus now my mind is firme, and constant prou'd, Seeing I euer loue, what first I lou'd. Who blames the speedy heauen, for euer ranging? Loue's fiery, winged, light, and therfore changing. True, fairest Nymph, Loue is a fire still burning, And if not slak't, the heart to ashes turning.