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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Yet, hearing late a fable, which did show of lovers never known a grievous case, pity thereof gate in her breast such place that, from that sea derived, tears spring did flow.
Alas, if fancy, drawn by imaged things, though false, yet with free scope, more grace doth breed than servant's rack, where new doubts honor brings.
then think my dear that you and me do read of lovers ruin some sad tragedy i am not i pity the tale of me forty six i cursed thee oft i pity now thy case blind-hitting boy since she that thee and me rules with a beck so tyrannizeth thee that thou must want or food or dwelling-place for she protest to banish thee her face
her face o love a rogue thou then shouldst be if love learn not alone to love and see without desire to feed of further grace alas poor wag that now a scholar art to such a schoolmistress whose lessons new thou need'st must miss and so thou need'st must smart yet dear
let me his pardon get of you so long though he from book mitch to desire till without fuel you can make hot fire forty seven what have i thus betray'd my liberty can those black beams such burning marks engrave in my free side
or am i born a slave whose neck becomes such yoke of tyranny or want i sense to feel my misery or sprite disdain of such disdain to have who for long faith though daily help i crave may get no alms but scorn of beggary
Virtue awake.
Beauty but beauty is.
I may, I must, I can, I will, I do leave following that which it is gained to miss.
Let her go.
Soft.
But here she comes.
Go to, unkind, I love you not.
O me, that I doth make my heart give to my tongue the lie.
forty eight soul's joy bend not those morning stars from me where virtue is made strong by beauty's might where love is chasteness pain doth learn delight and humbleness grows one with majesty
Whatever may ensue, oh, let me be co-partner of the riches of that sight.
Let not mine eyes be hell-driven from that light.
Oh, look!
Oh, shine!
Oh, let me die and see!
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