Thomas Copeland
speaker
365 appearances
1 recordings
1 series
first heard Aug 2026
last heard 3 Aug
Thomas Copeland’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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seventy seven those looks whose beams be joy whose motion is delight that face whose lectures shows what perfect beauty is that presence which doth give dark hearts a living light that grace which venus weeps that she herself doth miss that hand which without touch holds more than atlas might
those lips which make death's pay a mean price for a kiss that skin whose past's praise hue scorns this poor term of white those words which do sublime the quintessence of bliss
that voice which makes the soul plant himself in the ears that conversation sweet where such high comforts be as consterd in true speech the name of heaven it bears makes me in my best thoughts and quietest judgments see that in no more but these i might be fully blest yet ah my maiden muse doth blush to tell the best seventy eight
oh how the pleasant airs of true love be infected by those vapours which arise from out that noisome gulf which gaping lies between the jaws of hellish jealousy
a monster others harm self misery beauty's plague virtue's scourge succour of lies who his own joy to his own hurt applies and only cherish doth with injury who since he hath by nature's special grace so piercing paws as spoil when they embrace so nimble feet as stir still though on thorns so many eyes aye seeking their own woe
so ample ears as never good news know is it not evil that such a devil wants horns seventy nine sweet kiss thy sweets i fain would sweetly indite which even of sweetness sweetest sweetener art pleasing'st consort where each sense holds a part which coupling doves guides venus chariot right
best charge and bravest retrait in cupid's fight a double key which opens to the heart most rich when most his riches it impart nest of young joy schoolmaster of delight teaching the mean at once to take and give the friendly fray where blows both wound and heal the pretty death while each in other live poor hope's first wealth
hostage of promised weal breakfast of love but lo lo where she is cease we to praise now pray we for a kiss eighty sweet swelling lip well mayst thou swell in pride since best wits think it wit thee to admire nature's praise virtue's stall cupid's cold fire
whence words not words but heavenly graces slide the new parnassus where the muses bide sweetener of music wisdom's beautifier breather of life and fastener of desire where beauty's blush in honour's greyness died
thus much my heart compelled my mouth to say but now spite of my heart my mouth will stay loathing all lies doubting this flattery is and no spur can his resty race renew without how far this praise is short of you sweet lip you teach my mouth with one sweet kiss eighty one
o kiss which dost those ruddy gems impart or gems or fruits of new-found paradise breathing all bliss and sweetening to the heart teaching dumb lips a nobler exercise o kiss which souls even souls together ties by links of love and only nature's art how fain would i paint thee to all men's eyes or of thy gifts at least shade out some part
but she forbids.
With blushing words she says she builds her fame on higher-seated praise.
But my heart burns, I cannot silent be.
Then since, dear life, you fain would have me peace, and I, mad with delight, want wit to cease, stop you my mouth with still, still kissing me.
82 Nymph of the garden where all beauties be,
beauties which do in excellency pass his who till death look'd in a wat'ry glass or hers whom naked the trojan boy did see sweet garden nymph which keeps the cherry tree whose fruit doth far the sperian taste surpass most sweet fair most fair sweet do not alas from coming near those cherries banish me
for though full of desire empty of wit admitted late by your best grace's grace i caught at one of them a hungry bit pardon that fault once more grant me the place and i do swear even by the same delight i will but kiss i never more will bite eighty three
good brother philip i have borne you long i was content you should in favour creep while craftily you seem'd your cut to keep as though that fair soft hand did you great wrong i bear with envy yet i bear your song when in her neck you did love ditties peep nay more fool i oft suffer'd you to sleep in lily's nest where love's self lies along
What, doth high place ambitious thoughts augment?
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