Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
This will I do, When seas shall be drunk dry by Phoebus beams, And when the lesser stars shall drink the streams. This will I do, When of my life and freedom I am weary, Non minor est virtus quam quae rere parta tueri. Before this guiltless woman shall endure Such shameful injuries: thyself assure I'll empty all these azure rivulets Of their vermilion streams; and quite discharge This contemned bulk of mine, of living air; And stretched upon the gelid bed of death, I'll to the world this Epitaph bequeath, Here lies a Swain that spent his dearest blood, To kill a Tyrant for a virgin's good. Bold hero do thy worst, what I have won I ne'er will part withal till life be done. Tenacious Tyrant, in whose flinty heart Nor equity, nor justice ere had part: Assure thyself thy guilty soul shall feel Revenges hand, armed with a scourge of steel. WEll, if I were but once rid of her service, If I ever served love-sick mistress again, I would feed all my life time on Agnus Castus, And give all the world leave to let me die a maid: I even spoilt a good mother wit With beating my head about these knick knacks, Which my mistress, Madam Eglantine Hath enjoined me to procure her, For now seduced by the old bawd Poneria, She thinks to recover her old sweetheart Rhodon. Here is a Catalogue as tedious as a tailor's bill, Of all the devices which I am commanded to provide, videlicet: Chains, coronets, pendants, bracelets and earrings, Pins, girdles, spangles, embroideries, rings, Shadows, rebatos, ribbons, ruffs, cuffs and falls: Scarves, feathers, fans, masks, muffs, laces and calls; Thin tiffanies. cobweb-lawn and farthingales, Sweet-balls, veils, wimples, glasses, crisping-pins; Pots, ointments, combs, with poking-sticks & bodkins; Coifs, gorgets, fringes, rolls, fillets and hair-laces; Silks, damasks, velvet, tinsels, cloth of gold, And tissue, with colours of a hundreth fold. But in her tires so new fangled is she, That which doth with her humour now agree, Tomorrow she dislikes, now doth she swear, That a loose body is the neatest wear; But ere an hour be gone, she will protest A straight gown graces her proportion best: Now calls she for a boisterous farthingale, Then to her hips she'll have her garments fall: Now doth she praise a sleeve that's long and wide, Yet by and by that fashion doth deride: Sometimes sh'applauds a pavement-sweeping train, And presently dispraiseth it again. Now she commends a shallow band so small, That it may seem scarce any band at all; But soon to a new fancy doth she reel, And calls for one as big as a coach-wheel: She'll wear a flowery coronet today, The symbol of her beauty's sad decay, Tomorrow she a waving plume will try, The emblem of all female lenity, Now in her hat, then in her hair she's dressed, For of all fashions she thinks change the best. Good fellow servant, honest Clematis, Let me conclude thy tedious tale with this; I say the rest less sea and flitting wind, Are constant in respect of women kind.
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This will I doe, When seas shall be drunke dry by Phoebus beames, And when the lesser starres shall drinke the streames. This will I doe, When of my life and freedome I am weary, Non minor est virtus quam quae rere parta tueri. Before this guiltlesse woman shall endure Such shamefull injuries: thy selfe assure Ile empty all these azure rivulets Of their virmilion streames; and quite discharge This contemn'd bulke of mine, of living ayre; And stretch'd upon the gelid bed of death, Ile to the world this Epitaph bequeath, Here lyes a Swaine that spent his deerest blood, To kill a Tyrant for a Virgins good. Bold heroe doe thy worst, what I have won I nere will part withall till life be done. Tenacious Tyrant, in whose flinty heart Nor equity, nor justice ere had part: Assure thy selfe thy guilty soule shall feele Revenges hand, arm'd with a scourge of steele. VVEll, if I were but once rid of her service, If I ever seru'd love-sicke mistris againe, I would feed all my life time on Agnus Castus, And give all the world leave to let me dye a maid: I even spoyld a good mother wit With beating my head about these knick knacks, Which my mistris, Madam Eglantine Hath enioyn'd me to procure her, For now seduc'd by the old bawd Poneria, She thinks to recover her old sweet-heart Rhodon. Here is a Catalogue as tedious as a Taylors bill, Of all the devices which I am commanded to provide, videlicet: Chaines, coronets, pendans, bracelets and eare-rings, Pins, girdles, spangles, embroyderies, rings, Shadowes, rebatos, ribbands, ruffes, cuffes and fals: Scarfes, feathers, fans, maskes, muffes, laces and cals; Thin tiffanies. copweb-lawne and fardingals, Sweet-bals, vayles, wimples, glasses, crisping-pins; Pots, oyntments, combs, with poking-sticks & bodkins; Coyfes, gorgets, fringes, rowles, fillets and haire-laces; Silks, damasks, velvet, tinsels, cloth of gold, And tissue, with colours of a hundreth fold. But in her tyres so new fangl'd is she, That which doth with her humour now agree, To morrow she dislikes, now doth she sweare, That a loose body is the neatest weare; But ere an houre be gone, she will protest A strait gowne graces her proportion best: Now cals she for a boistrous fardingall, Then to her hips shele have her garments fall: Now doth she praise a sleeve that's long and wide, Yet by and by that fashion doth deride: Sometimes sh'applauds a pavement-sweeping traine, And presently dispraiseth it againe. Now she commends a shallow band so small, That it may seeme scarce any band at all; But soone to a new fancy doth she reele, And cals for one as big as a coach-wheele: She'le weare a flowry coronet to day, The symboll of her beauties sad decay, To morrow she a wauing plume will try, The embleme of all female lenitie, Now in her hat, then in her haire she's drest, For of all fashions she thinks change the best. Good fellow seruant, honest Clematis, Let me conclude thy tedious tale with this; I say the rest lesse sea and flitting winde, Are constant in respect of women kinde.