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But one must be refused, more mickle was the pain, That nothing could be used to turn them buth to gain. For of the two the trusty knight was wounded with Alas, she could not help it!
[disdain : Thus art with arms contending was victor of the day, Which by a gift of learning did bear the maid away; Then lullaby, the learned man hath got the lady gay;
For now my song is ended.
Crabbed age and youth
Cannot live together; Youth is full of pleasance,
Age is full of care: Youth like summer morn,
Age like winter weather; Youth like summer brave,
Age like winter bare.
Youth is nimble, age is lame :
Youth is wild, and age is tame,
O, my love, my love is young:
XY. On a day (alack the day!) Love, whose month was ever May, Spy'd a blossom passing fair, Playing in the wanton air, Through the velvet leaves the wind, All unseen, 'gan passage find; That the lover, sick to death, Wish'd himself the heaven's breath : “ Air," quoth he, “thy cheeks may blow; Air, would I might triumph so! But, alas! my hand hath sworn Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn. Vow, alack, for youth unmeet, Youth, so apt to pluck a sweet. Do not call it sin in me, That I am forsworn for thee; Thou for whom even Jove would swear Juno but an Ethiop were; And deny himself for Jove, Turning mortal for thy love.
Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good,
A shining gloss, that fadeth suddenly; A flower that dies, when first it 'gins to bud;
A brittle glass that's broken presently: A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour. And as goods lost are seld or never found,
As faded gloss no rubbing will refresh, As towers dead, lie wither'd on the ground,
As broken glass no cement can redress, So beauty, blemish'd once, for ever's lost, In spite of physic, painting, pain, and cost.
“Good night, good rest. Ah! neither be my share :"
She bade good night, that kept my rest away; And daft me to a cabin hang'd with care,
To descant on the doubts of my decay. “Farewell," quo'she, " and come again to-morrow;" Farewell I could not, for I supp'd with sorrow. “ Yet at my parting sweetly did she smile,
In scorn or friendship, nill I construe whether: May be, she joy'd to jest at my exile,
May be, again to make me wander thither:
XIII. * Lord, how mine eyes throw gazes to the east !
My heart doth charge the watch; the morning rise Doth cite each moving sense from idle rest.
Not daring trust the office of mine eyes,
And drives away dark dismal-dreaming night :
Heart hath his hope, and eyes their wished sight; Sorrow changed to solace, solace mix'd with sorrow; For why? she sigh'd, and bade me come tomorrow. “ Were I with her, the night would post too soon;
But now are minutes added to the hours;
Yêt not for me, shine sun to succour flowers ! [row; Pack night, peep day; good day, of night now borShort, Night, to-night, and length thyself to-morrow.”
All is amiss :
Causer of this.
O, frowning Fortune, cursed, fickle dame!
More in women than in men remain.
Living in thrall:
Fraughted with gall.
In howling-wise, to see my doleful plight.
Forth; they die:
XIV. It was a lording's daughter, the fairest one of three, That liked of her master as well as well might be, Till looking on an Englishman, the fairest that eye Her fancy fell a turning.
[could see, Long was the combat doubtful, that love with love
did fight, To leave the master loveless, or kill the gallant knight: To put in practice either, alas! it was a spite
Unto the silly damsel.
For sweet content, the cause of all my moan:
Must live alone, Other help for him I see that there is none.
When as thine eye hath chose the dame,
And stall'd the deer that thou should'st strike, Let reason rule things worthy blame,
As well as fancy, partial might:
Smooth not thy tongue with filed talk,
(A cripple soon can find a halt:)
Her cloudy looks will calm ere night;
That thus dissembled her delight;
And ban and brawl, and say thee nay,
When craft hath taught her thus to say:
Spare not to spend--and chiefly there
By ringing in thy lady's ear:
And in thy suit be humble, true;
Press never thou to choose anew : When time shall serve, be thou not slack To profler, though she put thee back. The wiles and guiles that women work,
Dissembled with an outward show,
The cock that treads them shall not know.
To sin, and never for to saint:
When time with age shall them attaint.
Lest that my mistress hear my song;
To teach my tongue to be so long : Yet will she blush, here be it said, To hear her secret's so bewray'd.
Ah! (thought I) thou mourn'st in vain;
They have him at commandment;
Then farewell his great renown:
Take, oh! take those lips away,
That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn: But my kisses bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. Hide, oh, hide those hills of snow
Which thy frozon bosom bears, On whose tops the pinks that grow,
Are of those that April wears. But first set my poor heart free, Bound in those icy chains by theo.
As it fell upon a day,
Let the bird of loudest lay,
Herald sad and trumpet be,
Foul precursor of the fiend,
Augur of the fever's end,
Every fowl of tyrant wing,
Save the eagle, featherd king:
Be the death-divining swan,
That thy sable gender mak'st
With the breath thou giv'st and tak'st, 'Mongst our mourners shalt thou go. Here the anthem doth commence:
Love and constancy are dead;
Phoenix and the turtle fled In a mutual flame from hence.
Whereupon it made this threne
To the phonix and the dove,
Co-supremes and stars of love;
So they loved as love in twain
Two distincts, division none :
Distance, and no space was seen
turtle and his queen;
Flaming in the phenix' sight:
Single nature's double name
Saw division grow together:
To themselves, yet either-neither,
Seemeth this concordant one!
Love hath reason, reason none,
Beauty, truth, and rarity,
A LOVER'S COMPLAINT.
From off a hill whose concave womb rëworded Of folded schedules had she many a one,
Which she perused, sigh’d, tore, and gave the flood;
Bidding them find their sepulchres in mud Ere long espy'd a fickle maid full pale,
Found yet more letters sadly penn'd in blool, Tearing of papers, breaking rings a-twain,
With sleided silk feat and affectedly Storming her world with sorrow's wind and rain. Enswath’d, and seald to curious secresy. Upon her head a plaited hive of straw,
These often bathed she in her fluxive eyes, Which fortified her visage from the sun,
And often kiss'd, and often 'gan to tear; Whereon the thought might think sometime it saw Cried, 0, false blood! thou register of lies, The carcase of a beauty spent and done.
What unapproved witness dost thou bear! Time had not scythed all that youth begun,
Ink would have seem'd more black and damned Nor youth all quit; but, spite of heaven's fell rage, This said, in top of rage the lines she rents, [here! Some beauty peep'd through lattice of sear'd age. Big discontent so breaking their contents. on did she heave her napkin to her eyne,
A reverend man that grazed his cattle nigh, Which on it had conceited characters,
(Sometime a blusterer, that the ruffle knew Laund'ring the silken figures in the brine
of court, of city, and had let go by That season'd woe had pelleted in tears,
The swiftest hours,) observed as they flew; And often reading what contents it bears;
Towards this afflicted fancy fastly drew; As often shrieking undistinguish'd woe,
And, privileged by age, desires to know In clamours of all size, both high and low.
In brief, the grounds and motives of her woe. Sometimes her levell’d eyes their carriage ride, So slides he down upon his grained bat,
As they did battery to the spheres intend; And comely-distant sits he by her side;
To the orb'd earth ; sometimes they do extend Her grievance with his hearing to divide:
If that from him there may be aught apply'd
Father, she says, though in me you behold
Not age, but sorrow, over me hath power:
I might as yet have been a spreading flower, And, true to bondage, would not break from thence, Fresh to myself
, if I had self-apply'd Though slackly braided in loose negligence. Love to myself, and to no love beside. A thousand favours from a maund she drew
But, woe is me! too early I attended Of amber, crystal, and of bedded jet,
A youthful suit (it was to gain my grace) Which one by one she in a river threw,
of one by nature's outwards so commended, Upon whose weeping margent she was set,- That maiden's eyes stuck over all his face: Like usury, applying wet to wet,
Love lack'd a dwelling, and made him her place; Or monarchs' hands, that let not bounty fall, And when in his fair parts she did abide, Where want cries some, but where excess begs all. She was new lodged and newly deified.
His browny locks did hang in crooked curis;
And every light occasion of the wind Upon his lips their silken parcels hurls.
What's sweet to do, to do will aptly find:
Each eye that saw him did enchant the mind;
His phoenix down began but to appear,
Whose bare out-bragg'd the web it seem'd to wear;
Yet show'd his visage by that cost most dear;
For maiden-tongued he was, and thereof free;
As oft 'twixt May and April is to see, When winds breathe sweet, unruly though they be. His rudeness so with his authorized youth, Did livery falseness in a pride of truth. Well could he ride, and often men would say,
* That horse his mettle from his rider takes : Proud of subjection, noble by the sway, (he makes !"
What rounds, what bounds, what course, what stop
And controversy hence a question takes, Whether the horse by him became his deed, Or he his manage by the well-doing steed. Bit quickly on his side the verdict went,
His real habitude gave life and grace To appertainings and to ornament,
Accomplish'd in himself, not in his case :
All aids, themselves made fairer by their place, Came for additions; yet their purposed trim Pieced not his grace, but were all graced by him. So on the tip of his subduing tongue
All kind of arguments and question deep,
For his advantage still did wake and sleep:
of young, of old, and sexes both enchanted, To dwell with him in thoughts, or to remain
In personal duty, following where he haunted :
Consents bewitch'd, ere he desire, have granted; And dialogued for him what he would say, Ask'd their own wills, and made their wills obey. Many there were that did his picture get,
To serve their eyes, and in it put their mind; Like fools that in the imagination set
The goodly objects which abroad they find
of lands and mansions, theirs in thought assign'd; And labouring in more pleasures to bestow them, Than the true gouty landlord which doth owe them. So many have, that never touch'd his hand,
Sweetly supposed them mistress of his heart. My woeful sell, that did in freedom stand,
And was my own fee-simple, (not in part,)
What with his art in youth, and youth in art, Threw my affections in his charmed power, Reserved the stalk, and gave him all my flower. Yet did I not, as some my equals did,
Demand of him, nor being desired, yielded; Finding myself in honour so forbid,
With safest distance I mine honour shielded;
Experience for me many bulwarks builded
The destin'd ill she must herself assay ?
To put the by-pass'd perils in her way?
Counsel may stop a while what will not stay;
Nor gives it satisfaction to our blood,
That we must curb it upon others' proof,
For fear of harms that preach in our behoof.
And knew the patterns of his foul beguiling ;
Saw how deceits were gilded in his smiling;
Knew vows were ever brokers to defiling;
Till thus he 'gan besiege me: “Gentle maid,
And be not of my holy vows afraid :
That's to you sworn, to none was ever said;
Are errors of the blood, none of the mind :
Where neither party is nor true nor kind: (find
They sought their shame that so their shame did And so much less of shame in me remains, By how much of me their reproach contains. Among the many that mine eyes have seen,
Not one whose flame my heart so much as warm'd, Or my affection put to the smallest teen,
Or any of my leisures ever charm'd:
Harm have I done to them, but ne'er was harm'd; Kept hearts in liveries, but mine own was free,
And reign'd, commanding in his monarchy. Look here what tributes wounded fancies sent me,
of paled pearls, and rubies red as blood; Figuring that they their passions likewise lent me
of grief and blushes, aptly understood
In bloodless white and the encrimson'd mood;
With twisted metal amorously impleach'd,
(Their kind acceptance weepingly beseech'd,)
With the annexions of fair gems enrich'd, And deep-brain'd sonnets that did amplify Each stone's dear nature, worth, and quality. The diamond; why 'twas beautiful and hard,
Whereto his invised properties did tend; The deep-green emerald, in whose fresh regard
Weak sights their sickly radiance do amend ; The heaven-hued sapphire and the opal blend With objects manifold; each several stone, With wil well blazon'd, smiled, or made some moan. Lo! all these trophies of affections hot,
Of pensive and subdued desires the tender, Nature hath charged me that I hoard them not,
But yield them up where I myself must render,
That is, to you, my origin and ender:
Whose white weighs down the airy scale of praise; Take all these similes to your own command,
Hallow'd with sighs that burning lungs did raise ;
What me your minister, for you obeys,
Or sister sanctified of holiest note;
Whose rarest havings made the blossoms dote;
For she was sought by spirits of richest coat, But kept cold distance, and did thonce remove, To spend her living in eternal love.
But O, my sweet, what labour is't to leave
With brinish current downward flowed apace. The thing we have not, mastering what not strives? O how the channel to the stream gave grace! Playing the place which did no form receive, Who, glazed with crystal, gave the glowing roses
Playing patient sports in unconstrained gyves: That flame through water which their hue incloses.
She that her fame so to herself contrives, The scars of battle scapeth by the flight,
4 O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies And makes ber absence valiant, not her might.
In the small orb of one particular tear?
But with the inundation of the eyes O pardon me, in that my boast is true;
What rocky heart to water will not wear? The accident which brought me to her eye,
What breast so cold that is not warmed here? Upon the moment did her force subdue.
O, cleft effect! cold modesty, but wrath, And now she would the caged cloister fly: Both fire from hence and chill extincture hath!
Religious love put out religion's eye: Not to be tempted, would she be eninured,
For lo! his passion, but an art of craft, And now, to tempt all, liberty procured.
Even there resolved my reason into tears;
There my white stole of chastity ! daft, How mighty then you are, O hear me tell!
Shook off my sober guards, and civil fears; The broken bosoms that to me belong,
Appear to him, as he to me appears, Have emptied all their fountains in my well, All melting; though our drops this difference bore, And mine I pour your ocean all among:
His poison'd me, and mine did him restore. 1, strong o'er them, and you o'er me being strong, In him a plentitude of subtle matter, Must for your victory us all congest, As compound love to physic your cold breast. Applied to cautels, all strange forms receives,
of burning blushes, or of weeping water, My parts had power to charm a sacred nun,
or swooning paleness; and he takes and leaves, Who disciplined and dieted in grace,
In either's aptness as it best deceives, Believed her eyes when I the assail begun,
To blush at speeches rank, to weep at woes,
Or to turn white, and swoon at tragic shows;
That not a heart which in his level came,
Could scape the hail of his all-hurting aim,
Showing fair nature is both kind and tame; (maim; When thou impressest, what are precepts worth And veil'd in them, would win whom he would
Of stale example? When thou wilt inflame, Against the thing he sought, he would exclaim; How coldly those impediments stand forth
When he most brunt in heart-wish'd luxury, of wealth, of filial fear, law, kindred, fame? He preach'd pure maid, and praised cold chastity. Love's arms are peace, 'gainst rule, 'gainst sense, Thus merely with the garment of a Grace
'gainst shame, And sweetens in the suffering pangs it bears,
The naked and concealed fiend he cover'd, The aloes of all forces, shocks and fears.
That the unexperienced gave the tempter place,
Which, like a cherubim above them hover'd. Now all these hearts that do on mine depend,
Who, young and simple, would not be so lover'd ?
What I should do again for such a sake.
O, that infected moisture of his eye,
'o, that false fire which in his cheek so glow'd, That shall prefer and undertake my troth."
O, that forced thunder from his heart did fly,
O, that sad breath his spungy lungs bestow'd, This said, his watery eyes he did dismount,
0, all that borrowed motion, seeming owed, Whose sights till then were levellid on my face, Would yet again betray the fore-betray'd, Each cheek & river running from a fount
And new pervert a reconciled maid !"