Hausted, Peter · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 19] (Annals) comedy · before the Court T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.78 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Why here's a Parcel of man's flesh of another temper now, that has the art of placing his affections wisely, can love one because she's fair, a second because she's modest, and has his packets of reasons in readiness too; if he meets with a wanton Girl, that property takes him, there is hope of activity, she will not fill a bed like Pygmalion's Image before he sacrificed to Venus: if she be rude, and ignorant, her harmless simplicity catches him; he loves this for the graceful writhing of her neck; another because she can veil her borrowed teeth neatly with her Fan when she venters at laughter: nothing can scape him, every part of woman is full of lime-twigs to him: which though it be an humour contrary to mine, who care for none, yet I like it far above your whining constancy as savouring more of the Man. True. For why should I confine my love to one Circle? we see that laborious creature the Bee, which is often set before us for a Copy of industry, not always droning upon one flower, but as soon as she has sucked the sweetness from one, throws her little airy body upon a second, and so to a third, till at last she comes home with her thighs laden with that pretty spoil. Well said my Love-all, I perceive thou wilt never die for love then. No, If I do, let me lie when I am dead by that Cynic Philosopher with a staff in my hand, to fright the beast sand fowls from my unburied carcase.— But is there any news I pray thee grown Up in this country since I went to court? O tanto e piu. First Cleopes your sister's Lover— What? he is not dead I hope? I would he were. Is gone, has forsook her. How? And she forsooth Since his departure has betook herself Unto a veil, silence, and tears; in which Monastic habit she does spend her days. I do but tell you by tradition Sir, Not from myself; but this I can assure you, It is with us the Parenthesis of eating. there's nothing man within me. After such vows? Such protestations? but the Gods make Love-all No creature, if he does not suffer for't, Buy this disloyalty of his, at a dear rate. Can you be quiet? next your fair Kinswoman Sweet Mistress Ursly (who without all question Was Kitlin to Nib, o'th' Queen of Faries Kitchen, Sent to your Uncle for a Newyear's gift Upon exchange by the Elf) has the Parsonage Old Lively lives in hung on her crooked back; With which fair bait, your good and virtuous Uncle Does angle for some young and hungry Scholar, And daily expects the taking of the Gudgeon. This very hour no less than 6 or 7 Are nibbling at it, but the hook is seen; Your Uncle is not cunning in his fishing, And so I pray you tell him—
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Why here's a Parcell of mans fleſh of another temper now, that has the art of placeing his affections wiſely, can loue one becauſe ſhee's faire, a ſecond becauſe ſhee's modeſt, and has his packets of reaſons in readineſſe too; if he meetes with a wanton Girle, that property takes him, there is hope of actiuity, ſhee will not fill a bed like Pygmalions Image before hee ſacrificed to Venus: if ſhee bee rude, and ignorant, her harmeleſſe ſimplicity catches him; he loues this for the gracefull writhing of her neck; another becauſe ſhe can vayle her borrowed teeth neatly with her Fanne when ſhee venters at laughter: nothing can ſcape him, euery part of woman is full of limetwigs to him: which though it bee an humour contrary to mine, who care for none, yet I like it farre aboue your whining conſtancy as ſauouring more of the Man. True. For why ſhould I confine my loue to one Circle? we ſee that laborious creature the Bee, which is often ſet before vs for a Coppy of induſtry, not alwayes droaning vpon one flower, but as ſoone as ſhee has ſuckt the ſweetneſſe from one, throwes her little ayrie body vpon a ſecond, and ſo to a third, till at laſt ſhe comes home with her thighes laden with that pretty ſpoyle. VVell ſaid my Loueall, I perceiue thou wilt neuer dye for loue then. No, If I doe, let me lye when I am dead by that Cynick Philoſopher with a ſtaffe in my hand, to fright the beaſt sand fowles from my vnburied carkaſſe. — But is there any newes I pray thee growne Vp in this country ſince I went to court? O tanto e piu. Firſt Cleopes your ſiſters Louer— VVhat? he is not dead I hope? I would he were. Is gone, has forſooke her. How? And ſhe forſooth Since his departure has betooke her ſelfe Vnto a veyle, ſilence, and teares; in which Monaſtick habit ſhee does ſpend her dayes. I doe but tell you by tradition Sir, Not from my ſelfe; but this I can aſſure you, It is with vs the Parentheſis of eating. Ther's nothing man within mee. After ſuch vowes? Such proteſtations? but the Gods make Loueall No creature, if he does not ſuffer for't, Buy this diſloyalty of his, at a deare rate. Can you be quiet? next your faire Kinſwoman Sweete Miſtris Vrſly (who without all queſtion Was Kitlin to Nib, o'th Queene of Faries Kitchin, Sent to your Vncle for a Newyeeres gift Vpon exchange by the Elfe) has the Parſonage Old Liuely liues in hung on her crooked back; With which faire baite, your good and vertuous Vncle Does angle for ſome young and hungry Scholler, And daily expects the taking of the Gudgeon. This very houre no leſſe then 6 or 7 Are nibling at it, but the hooke is ſeene; Your Vncle is not cunning in his fiſhing, And ſo I pray you tell him —