Thomas Copeland
speaker
365 appearances
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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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Listen, then, lordings, with good ear to me, for of my life I must a riddle tell.
Toward Aurora's court a nymph doth dwell, rich in all beauties which man's eye can see, beauties so far from reach of words that we abase her praise, saying she doth excel, rich in the treasure of deserved renown.
rich in the riches of a royal heart rich in those gifts which give th eternal crown who though most rich in these and every part which make the patents of true worldly bliss hath no misfortune but that rich she is thirty eight
this night while sleep begins with heavy wings to hatch mine eyes and that unbitted thought doth fall to stray and my chief powers are brought to leave the sceptre of all subject things the first that straight my fancy's error brings unto my mind is stella's image wrought by love's own self but with so curious draught that she methinks not only shines but sings
i start look hark but what in closed-up sense was held in open sense it flies away leaving me naught but wailing eloquence i seeing better sights in sight's decay called it anew and wooed sleep again but him her host that unkind guest had slain thirty nine come sleep
o sleep the certain knot of peace the baiting place of wit the balm of woe the poor man's wealth the prisoner's release th indifferent judge between the high and low with shield of proof shield me from out the press of those fierce darts despair at me to throw o make in me those civil wars to cease i will good tribute pay if thou do so
take thou of me smooth pillows sweetest bed a chamber deaf to noise and blind to light a rosy garland and a weary head and if these things as being thine by right move not thy heavy grace thou shalt in me livelier than elsewhere stella's image see forty as good to write as for to lie and groan
O Stella dear, how much thy power hath wrought, that hast my mind none of the basis brought my still-kept course, while others sleep, to moan.
Alas, if from the height of virtue's throne thou canst vouchsafe the influence of a thought upon a wretch that long thy grace hath sought, weigh then how I by thee am overthrown, and then think thus—
although thy beauty be made manifest by such a victory yet noblest conquerors do wrecks avoid since then thou hast so far subdued me that in my heart i offer still to thee o do not let thy temple be destroyed forty one
having this day my horse my hand my lance guided so well that i obtained the prize both by the judgment of the english eyes and of some sent from that sweet enemy france horsemen my skill in horsemanship advance town folks my strength
a daintier judge applies his praise to slight from which good use doth rise some lucky wits impute it but to chance others because of both sides i do take my blood from them who did excel in this think nature me a man of arms did make how far they shot awry the true cause is stella look'd on and from her heavenly face sent forth the beams which made so fair my race
forty two o eyes which do the spheres of beauty move whose beams be joys whose joys all virtues be who while they make love conquer conquer love the schools where venus hath learned chastity
o eyes where humble looks most glorious prove only loved tyrants just in cruelty do not o do not from poor me remove keep still my zenith ever shine on me for though i never see them but straightways my life forgets to nourish languished sprites yet still on me o eyes dart down your rays
and if from majesty of sacred light suppressing mortal sense my death proceed rack's triumphs be which love high-set doth breed forty three fair eyes sweet lips dear heart
that foolish eye could hope by cupid's help on you to pray since to himself he doth your gift supply as his main force choice sport and easeful stay for when he will see who dare him gainsay then with those eyes he looks lo by and by each soul doth at love's feet his weapons lay glad if for her he give them leave to die
when he will play then in her lips he is where blushing red that love's self them doth love with either lip he doth the other kiss but when he will for quiet sake remove from all the world her heart is then his rome where well he knows no man to him can come forty four
my words i know do well set forth my mind my mind bemoans his sense of inward smart such smart may pity claim of any heart her heart sweet heart is of no tiger's kind and yet she hears and yet no pity i find but more i cry less grace she doth impart alas what cause is there so overthwart that nobleness itself makes thus unkind i much do guess
yet find no truth save this that when the breath of my complaints doth touch those dainty doors under the court of bliss the heavenly nature of that place is such that once come there the sobs of mine annoys are metamorphosed straight to tunes of joys forty five
Stella oft sees the very face of woe painted in my beclouded stormy face, but cannot skill to pity my disgrace, not though thereof the cause herself she know.
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