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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what we call cupid's dart and images which for ourselves we carve and fools adore in temple of our heart till that good god make church and churchmen starve true that true beauty virtue is indeed whereof this beauty can be but a shade which elements with mortal mixture breed
true that on earth we are but pilgrims made and should in soul up to our country move true and yet true that i must tell a love six
some lovers speak when they their muses entertain of hopes begot by fear of what not what desires of force of heavenly beams infusing hellish pain of living deaths dear wounds fair storms and freezing fires some won his song in jove and jove's strange tales attires bordered with bulls and swans powdered with golden rain
another humbler wit to shepherd's pipe retires yet hiding royal blood full oft in rural vein to some a sweetest plaint a sweetest style affords while tears pour out his ink and sighs breathe out his words his paper pale despair and pain his pen doth move i can speak what i feel and feel as much as they
think that all the map of my state i display when trembling voice brings forth that i do stella love seven when nature made her chief work stella's eyes in color black why wrapped she beams so bright would she in beamy black like painter wise frame daintiest lustre mixed of shades and light
or did she else that sober hue devise in object best to knit and strength our sight lest if no veil these brave gleams did disguise they sun-like should more dazzle than delight or would she her miraculous power show that whereas black seems beauty's contrary she even in black doth make all beauties flow
both so and thus she minding love should be placed ever there gave him this morning weed to honour all their deaths who for her bleed
love born in greece of late fled from his native place forced by a tedious proof that turkish hardened heart is not fit mark to pierce with his fine-pointed dart and pleased with our soft peace stayed here his flying race but finding these north climes too coldly him embrace not used to frozen clips he straved to find some part where with most ease and warmth he might employ his art
at length he perched himself in stella's joyful face whose fair skin beamy eyes like morning sun on snow deceived the quaking boy who thought from so pure light effects of lively heat must needs in nature grow
but she, most fair, most cold, made him thence take his flight to my close heart, where, while some firebrands he did lay, he burnt unwears his wings, and cannot fly away.
nine queen virtue's court which some call stella's face prepared by nature's choicest furniture hath his front built of alabaster pure gold is the covering of that stately place
the door by which sometimes comes forth her grace red porther is which lock of pearl makes sure whose porches rich which name of cheeks endure marble mixed red and white to interlace the windows now through which this heavenly guest looks over the world and can find nothing such which dare claim from those lights the name of best of touch they are that without touch do touch
which cupid self from beauty's mind to draw of touch they are and poor i am their straw
reason and faith thou art well served that still wouldst brambling be with sense and love in me i rather wish thee climb the muses hill or reach the fruit of nature's choicest tree or seek heaven's course or heaven's inside to see why shouldst thou toil our thorny soil to till leave sense and those which sense's objects be deal thou with powers of thoughts leave love to will
but thou wouldst needs fight both with love and sense with sword of wit giving wounds of dispraise till downright blows did foil thy cunning fence for soon as they strike thee with stella's phrase reason thou kneel'dst and offered straight to prove by reason good good reason her to love
In truth, O love, with what a boyish kind thou dost proceed in thy most serious ways, that when the heaven to thee his best displays, yet of that best thou leav'st the best behind.
For like a child that some fair book doth find With gilded leaves or colored vellum plays Or at the most on some fine picture stays But never heeds the fruit of writer's mind
so when thou saw'st in nature's cabinet stella thou straight look'st babies in her eyes in her cheeks pit thou didst thy pitfold set and in her breast bo-peep or couching lies playing and shining in each outward part but fool seek'st not to get into her heart twelve
cupid because thou shin'st in stella's eyes that from her locks thy day nets none scapes free that those lips swell so full of love they be that her sweet breath makes oft thy flames to rise that in her breast thy pap well sugared lies
that her grace gracious makes thy wrongs that she what words where she speak persuades for thee that her clear voice lifts thy fame to the skies thou countest stella thine like those whose powers having got up a breach by fighting well cry victory this fair day all is ours
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