Hausted, Peter · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 19] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
does read unto us A lecture of her higher mysteries. What dost thou think is meant by that same Sun? And those extinguished tapers?— he alas Poor aged wretch but coldly imitates That which Pandora does unto the life. Whilst she is absent thousands of petty beauties Do twinkle in the night, let her appear, And they all vanish. Ha brave, is not this dainty? for all this, Surely the man would take't unkindly now If I should go and tell him he was mad. Endymion, lend me thine eyes a little; Dost thou desire to see a Map, a Model Of all the world in brief and in one word? View this— why readst thou not? thy happy lips Should thirst methinks to have that blessed air Divorce them. read. Pandora. Ah Pandora. Look here's the Sun, this place does Iupiter Possess, here Venus, and there Phoebe; mark— Here is the Earth, but in her bravery, And smiling as when Sol does sleep betwixt The twining Gemini. Thou daring mortal: But where in this your Idol of the world Is Styx, Cocytus, or the blessed place Of the dear Furies? or the three chapped Dog? Are they without the verges of the World? Fortune! how happy were I was this face Of thine not counterfeit. Speak Endymion: But art thou sure that my Neander drew The fair Constantina for his Valentine? I never said it Sir. How never said it? Only her name, so was Pandora yours. O too too true presage of both our fortunes. But let it be. When I do violate That love, that more than mortal bond, wherewith My soul is tied unto Neander, may I fall unpitied, may no gentle sigh Be spent at my last obsequies, may I want A man to wish me again, would that prevail. Without all question this is Magic— oh How I do fear a Metamorphosis. But I do feel a poverty of words Begin to cease me. Good Endimyon, Where is my boy Luscinio? Call him in, That he may touch a string which may dissolve me Into a flood of tears— come on my boy, Oh teach that hollow pensive Instrument To give a true relation of my woes Whilst I lie here, and with my sighs keep time. O how I sweat. 300000 fevers Are now upon me. O— Have pity (Grief) I can not pay The tribute which I owe thee, tears; Alas those Fountains are grown dry, And 'tis in vain to hope supply From others eyes, for each man boars Enough about him of his own To spend his stock of tears upon: O O O. Will it be ever done? Woo then the heavens (gentle Love) To melt a Cloud for my relief Or woo the Deep or woo the Grave, Woo what thou wilt so I may have Wherewith to pay my debt, for Grief Has vowed, unless I quickly pay To take both life and love away. Gods, and the World! you everlasting Twanger— Avoid.
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does reade unto us A lecture of her higher myſteries. What doeſt thou thinke is meant by that ſame Sun? And thoſe extinguiſht tapers? —he alas Poore aged wretch but coldly imitates That which Pandora does unto the life. Whilſt ſhe is abſent thouſands of petty beauties Doe twinkle in the night, let her appeare, And they all vaniſh. Ha braue, is not this daintie? for all this, Surely the man would take't unkindly now If I ſhould goe and tell him he was mad. Endymion, lend me thine eyes a little; Doeſt thou deſire to ſee a Mapp, a Modell Of all the world in briefe and in one word? View this— why readſt thou not? thy happy lipps Should thirſt me thinks to haue that bleſſed ayre Divorce them. reade. Pandora. Ah Pandora. Looke here's the Sun, this place does Iupiter Poſſeſſe, here Venus, and there Phoebe; marke— Here is the Earth, but in her bravery, And ſmiling as when Sol does ſleepe betwixt The twining Gemini. Thou daring mortall: But where in this your Idoll of the world Is Styx, Cocytus, or the bleſſed place Of the deare Furies? or the three chapt Dog? Are they without the verges of the World? Fortune! how happy were I was this face Of thine not counterfeite. Speake Endymion: But art thou ſure that my Neander drew The faire Conſtantina for his Valentine? I neuer ſaid it Sir. How neuer ſaid it? Onely her name, ſo was Pandora yours. O too too true preſage of both our fortunes. But let it be. When I doe violate That loue, that more then mortall bond, wherewith My ſoule is ty'd vnto Neander, may I fall vnpittied, may no gentle ſigh Be ſpent at my laſt obſequies, may I want A man to wiſh me againe, would that preuaile. Without all queſtion this is Magick— oh How I doe feare a Metamorphoſis. But I doe feele a pouerty of words Begin to ceaze mee. Good Endimyon, Where is my boy Luſcinio? Call him in, That hee may touch a ſtring which may diſſolue mee Into a flood of teares—come on my boy, Oh teach that hollow penſiue Inſtrument To giue a true relation of my woes Whilſt I lye here, and with my ſighes keepe time. O how I ſweate. 300000 feauers Are now vpon me. O— Haue pitty (Griefe) I can not pay The tribute which I owe thee, teares; Alas thoſe Fountaines are growne dry, And tis in vaine to hope ſupyly From others eyes, for each man boares Enough about him of his owne To ſpend his ſtock of teares vpon: O O O. Will it be euer done? Wooe then the heauens (gentle Loue) To melt a Cloud for my reliefe Or wooe the Deepe or wooe the Graue, Wooe what thou wilt ſo I may haue Wherewith to pay my debt, for Griefe Has vow'd, vnleſſe I quickly pay To take both life and loue away. Gods, and the World! you euerlaſting Twanger— Auoyd.