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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o punished eyes that i had been more foolish or more wise thirty four come let me write and to what end to ease a burthened heart
how can words ease which are the glasses of thy daily vexing care oft cruel fights well pictured forth to please art not ashamed to publish thy disease nay that may breed my fame it is so rare but will not wise men think thy words fond wear then be they close and so none shall displease
What idler thing than speak and not be hard?
What harder thing than smart and not to speak?
Peace, foolish wit, with wit my wit is marred.
Thus write I while I doubt to write, and wreak my harms on ink's poor loss.
Perhaps some find Stella's great powers that so confuse my mind.
35.
What may words say, or what may words not say, where truth itself must speak like flattery?
Within what bounds can one his liking stay, where nature doth with infinite agree?
What Nestor's counsel can my flames allay, since reason's self doth blow the coal in me?
And ah, what hope, that hope should once see day, where Cupid is sworn page to chastity!
Honour is honoured that thou dost possess him as thy slave, and now long needy fame doth even grow rich naming my Stella's name.
Wit learns in thee perfection to express.
Not thou by praise, but praise in thee is raised.
It is a praise to praise when thou art praised.
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stella whence doth this new assault arise a conquer'd yolden ransack'd heart to win where too long since through my long batter'd eyes whole armies of thy beauties enter'd in and there long since love thy lieutenant lies my forces raised thy banners raised within of conquest do not these effects suffice but wilt now war upon thine own begin
with so sweet voice and by sweet nature so in sweetest strength so sweetly skilled withal in all sweet stratagems sweet art can show that not my soul which at thy foot did fall long since forced by thy beams but stone nor tree by senses privilege can scape from thee thirty seven
My mouth doth water, and my breast doth swell, my tongue doth itch, my thoughts in labor be.
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