- description
- # COMPLAINT.
## Overview
This section, titled "COMPLAINT.", is an extracted textual component from a larger digital file. It spans lines 13534 to 13574 of its source and was extracted on January 30, 2026. It is part of the [PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y) collection.
## Context
The section is contained within the chapter titled "[A Louers complaint.](arke:01KG6S4D9EHXPGYH8SACVSG0T2)". It follows the section titled "[# A LOVERS](arke:01KG6S5NCNCB524516XZM5RPNZ)" and precedes the section titled "[THE LOVERS](arke:01KG6S5NCN3SAP3F8TYD5N912P)". The text was extracted from the file "[pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA)".
## Contents
The section contains poetic text, beginning with the lines: "And credent foule, to that strong bonded oth, / That shall preferre and undertake my troth." The poem describes a speaker observing a weeping figure, noting the "watrie eies" and "brynish currant" of tears. It reflects on the "hell of witch-craft" in a single tear and the power of tears to move even a "rocky heart." The text also touches upon the deceptive nature of passion, describing it as an "art of craft" that can resolve reason into tears and lead to the shedding of "white stole of chastity." The speaker contrasts their own "poison'd" tears with the other's tears that "did him restore," and details the subtle ways in which the other figure manipulates emotions through "burning blushes, or of weeping water, / Or sounding palenefse." The section ends mid-sentence, referencing "Page 563".
- description_generated_at
- 2026-01-30T06:26:23.909Z
- description_model
- gemini-2.5-flash-lite
- description_title
- COMPLAINT.
- end_line
- 13574
- extracted_at
- 2026-01-30T06:24:08.806Z
- extracted_by
- structure-extraction-lambda
- start_line
- 13534
- text
- # COMPLAINT.
And credent foule, to that strong bonded oth,
That shall preferre and undertake my troth.
This said, his watrie eies he did dismount,
Whose sightes till then were leaueld on my face,
Each cheeke a tiuer running from a fount,
With brynish currant downe-ward flowed a pace:
Oh how the channell to the streame gaue grace!
Who glaz’d with Christall gate the glowing Roses,
That flame through water which their hew incloses,
Oh father, what a hell of witch-craft lies,
In the small orb of one perticular teare?
Put with the invndation of the eies:
What rocky heart to water will not weare?
What brefs so cold that is not warmed heare,
Or cleft effect, coid modesty hot wrath:
Both fire from hence, and chill extincture hath.
For loe his passion but an art of craft,
Euen there resolu’d my reason into teares,
There my white stole of chastity I daft,
Shooke off my sober gardes, and ciuill seares,
Appeare to him as he to me appears:
All melting, though our drops this diffrence bore,
His poison’d me, and mine did him restore.
In him a plenitude of subtle matter,
Applied to Caustils, all straing formes receiues,
Of burning blushes, or of weeping water,
Or sounding palenefse; and he takes and leaues,
In eithers aptnesse as it beft deceiues:
To blush at speeches rank, to weepe at woes
Or to turne white and found at tragick showes.
That not a heart which in his leuell came,
L a Could
<!-- [Page 563](arke:01KG6QKD1MDHFM3RZCV619PH44) -->
- title
- COMPLAINT.