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If it be not, then love doth well denote
O cunning Love! with tears thou keep'st me blind,
But, rising at thy name, doth point out thee
No want of conscience hold it that I call
Canst thou, O cruel ! say I love thee not,
But, love, hate on, for now I know thy mind;
0, from what power hast thou this powerful might,
If thy unworthiness rais'd love in me,
In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn,
For I have sworn thee fair : more perjur'd I,
But found no cure: the bath for my help lies
CLIT, The little love god, lying once asleep, Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand, Whilst many nymphs that vow'd chaste life to keep Came tripping by ; but in her maiden hand The fairest votary took up that fire Which many legions of true hearts had warm'd; And so the general of hot desire Was sleeping by a virgin hand disarmd. This brand she quenched in a cool well by, Which from Love's fire took heat perpetual, Growing a bath and healthful remedy For men diseas'd; but I, my mistress' thrall, Came there for cure, and this by that I prove, Love's fire beats water, water cools not love.
Love is too young to know what conscience is ;
A LOVER’S COMPLAINT.
From off a hill whose concave womb re-worded a With sleided silk a feat and affectedly
Enswarth'd, and seald to curious secresy.
These often bath'd she in her fluxive eyes,
And often kiss'd, and often gave to tear ; Tearing of papers, breaking rings a-twain,
Cried, “O false blood! thou register of lies, Storming her world with sorrow's wind and rain.
What unapproved witness dost thou bear!
Ink would have seem'd more black and damned Upon her head a platted hive of straw,
here!" Which fortified her visage from the sun,
This said, in top of rage the lines she rents,
A reverend man that graz'd his cattle nigh,
Sometime a blusterer, that the ruffle knew Some beauty peep'd through lattice of sear'd age.
Of court, of city, and had let go by
The swiftest hours, observed as they flew, Oft did she heave her napkino to her eyne,
Towards this afflicted fancy è fastly drew; Which on it had conceited characters, a
And privileg'd by age, desires to know Laund'ringe the silken figures in the brine
In brief the grounds and motives of her woe.
So slides he down upon his grained bat, a
And comely-distant sits he by her side;
When he again desires her, being sat, In clamours of all size, both high and low.
Her grievance with his hearing to divide : Sometimes her levell d eyes their carriage ride,
If that from him there may be auglit applied As they did battery to the spheres intend;
Which may her suffering ecstacy assuage, Sometime diverted their poor balls are tied
'T is promis’d in the charity of age. To th' orbed earth : sometimes they do extend
“ Father," she says, “though in me you behold Their view right on; anon their gazes lend
The injury of many a blasting hour, To every place at once, and nowhere fix'd,
Let it not tell your judgment I am old; The mind and sight distractedly commixd.
Not age, but sorrow, over me hath power :
I might as yet have been a spreading flower, Her hair, nor loose, nor tied in formal plat,
Fresh to myself, if I had self-applied
Love to myself, and to no love beside.
“ But woe is me! too early I attended Some in her threaden fillet still did bide,
A youthful suit (it was to gain my grace And, true to bondage, would not break from thence, of one by nature's outwards so commended, Though slackly braided in loose negligence.
That maiden's eyes stuck over all his face:
Love lack'd a dwelling, and made him her place : A thousand favours from a maundh she drew
And when in his fair parts she did abide,
She was new lodg’d, and newly deified.
“His browny locks did hang in crooked curls ; Like usury, applying wet to wet,
And every light occasion of the wind Or monarch's hands, that let not bounty fall
Upon his lips their silken parcels hurls. Where want cries "some," but where excess begs all. What 's sweet to do, to do will aptly find :
Each eye that saw him did enchant the mind; or folded schedules had she many a one,
For on his visage was in little drawn,
Small show of man was yet upon his chin;
His phænix down began but to appear,
Like unshorn velvet, on that termless skin, • Re-worded-echoed.
Laid. So the original. But it is usnally more correctly * Sleided silk. In Mr. Ramsay's Introduction to his editiou minted lay. The idiomatic grammar of Shakspere's age ought of the Paston Letters, the old mode of sealing a letter is clearly not to be removed.
described :-" It was carefully folded, and fastened at the end • Napkin-handkerchief.
hy a sort of paper strap, upon which the seal was affixed; and a Conceited characters-fanciful figures worked on the hand- under the seal a string, a silk thread, or even a straw, was frekerchief.
quently placed running around the letter." • Laund'ring-washing.
6 Gave is here used in the sense of yave the mind to, contemPelleted-formed into pellets, or small balls.
plated, made a movement towards, inclined to. & Shsau'd-made of straw, collected from sheaves.
Fancy is often used by Shakspere in the sense of love; but b Mienda basket.
here it means one that is possessed by fancy. | Bedded. So the original, the word probably meaning jet d Bat-club. unbedded, ce eet, in some other su hstance.
e Sawn. Boswell says that the word means sown sad that it * Ale-moje.
is still so prononnced in Scotland.
is to see,
Whose bare out-bragg‘d the web it seem'd to wear; “ But ah! who ever shunn'd by precedent
Or forc'd examples, 'gainst her own content,
To put the by-pass’d perils in her way?
Counsel may stop a while what will not stay; “ His qualities were beauteous as his form,
For when we rage, advice is often seen
By blunting us to make our wits more keen,
“ Nor gives it satisfaction to our blood, When winds breathe sweet, unruly though they be. That we must curb it upon others' prool, His rudeness so with his authoriz'd youth
To be forbid the sweets that seem so good, Did livery falseness in a pride of truth.
For fear of harms that preach in our behoof.
O appetite, from judgment stand aloof!
Though reason weep, and cry It is thy lasi,
And knew the patterns of his foul beguiling;
Heard where his plants in otheri' orchards grew, Whether the horse by him became his deed,
Saw how deceits were gilded in bis smiling; Or he his manage by the well-doing steed.
Knew vows were ever brokers to defiling;
Thought* characters and words, merely but art, “ But quickly on this side the verdict went;
And bastards of his fvul adulterate heart.
“ And long upon these terms I held my city, Accomplisb’d in himself, not in his case : 5
Till thus he 'gan besiege me: Gentle maid,
And be not of my holy vows afraid :
For feasts of love I have been call d unto, * So on the tip of bis subduing tongue
Till now did ne'er invite, nor never vow.
“ All my offences that abroad you see For his advantage still did wake and sleep:
Are errors of the blood, none of the mind; To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep,
Love made them not; with acture they may be, He had the dialect and different skill,
Where neither party is nor true nor kind: Catching all passions in his craft of will;
They sought their shame that so their shame did fud;
And so much less of shame in me remains, “ Tbat he did in the general bos m reign
By how much of me their reproach contains.
“ Among the many that mine eyes have seen,
Or any of my leisures ever charm'd : Ask'd their own wills, and made their wills obey.
Harm bave I done to them, but ne'er was harm'd;
Kept hearts in liveries, but mine own was free, “ Many there were that did his picture get,
And reign’d, commanding in his monarchy.
“ Look here what tributes wounded fancies sent me, The goodly objects which abroad they find
Of paled pearls, and rubies red as blood; Of lands and mansions, theirs in thought assign'd;
Figuring that they their passions likewise lent me And labouring in mo pleasures to bestow them, Of grief and blushes, aptly understood Than the true gouty landlord which doth owe them :
In bloodless white and the encrimson'd mood;
Effects of terror and dear modesty, “ So many have, that never touch'd his hand,
Encamp'd in hearts, but fighting outwardly.
“ And lo! behold these talents d of their hair, And was my own fee-simple, (not in part,)
With twisted metal amorously impleach'd, What with his art in youth, and youth in art,
I have receiv'd from many a several fair, Threw my affections in his charmed power,
(Their kind acceptance weepingly beseech'd) Resery'd the stalk, and gave him all my flower.
With the annexions of fair gems enrichd,
And deep-brain d sonnets that did amplify “ Yet did I not, as some my equals did,
Each stone's dear nature, worth, and quality.
“ The diamond, why 't was beautiful and hard, With safest distance I mine honour shielded :
Whereto his invis'dproperties did tend ;
The deep-green emerald, in whose fresh regard
• Malone-and he is followed in all modern editions-pats a cumma after thought, and says, " it is here, I believe, a sub
stantive." Surely thought is a verb. We have a regula Visage is the inverted nominative case to showed.
sequence of verbs-heard-saw-knew-thought. b Case-outward show.
6 Acture is explained as synonymous with actio. . Can is constantly used by the old writers, especially by • Teen-grief. Srenser, in the sense of began. For is used in the sease of d Talents is here used in the sense of something precious.
e Impleach'duterwoven. i Incis d-mn-isible
Weak sights their sickly radiance do ainend;
Of wealth, of filial fear, law, kindred, fanie! The heaven-hued sapphire and the opal blend
Love's arms are peace, 'gainst rule, gainst sense, 'gains! With objects manifold; each several stone,
shame, With wit well blazon'd, smild or made some moan. And sweetens, in the suffering panys it bears,
The aloes of all forces, shocks, and fears. ** Lo! all these trophies of affections hot, Of pensiv'd and subdued desires the tender,
" Now all these hearts that do on mine depend, Nature hath charg‘d me that I board them not,
Feeling it break, with bleeding groans they pine, But yield them up where I myself must render,
And supplicant their sighs to you extend, That is, to you, my origin and ender :
To leave the battery that you make 'gainst mine, For these, of force, must your oblations be,
Leuding soft audience to my sweet design, Since I their altar, you eupatron me.
And credent soul to that strong-bonded oath,
That shall prefer and undertake my troth.
Whose sights till then were levell d on my face
Each check a river running from a fount Hallow'd with sighs that burning lungs did raise ;
With brinish current downward flow'd apace : What me your minister, for you obeys,
O how the channel to the stream gave grace! Works under you; and to your audit comes
Who, glazd with crystal, gate the glowing roses Their distract parcels in combined sums.
That flame through water which their hue encloses. “ Lo! this device was sent me from a nun,
“ O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies Or sister sanctified of holiest note;
In the small orb of one particular tear! Which late her noble suit a in court did shun,
But with the inundation of the eyes
What breast so cold that is not warmed here?
Both fire from hence and chill extincture hath! " But O, my sweet, what labour is 't to leave
“ For lo! his passion, but an art of craft, The thing we have not, mastering what not strives ? Even there resolv'd my reason into tears ; Paling the place which did no form receive,
There my white stole of chastity I daffod, Playing patient sports in unconstrained gyves : Shook off my sober guards, and civil b fears; She that her fame so to herself contrives,
Appear to him, as he to me appears, The scars of battle 'scapeth by the flight,
All melting; though our drops this difference bore, And makes her absence valiant, not her might. His poison'd me, and mine did him restore. “ O pardon me, in that my boast is true ;
“ In him a plenitude of subtle matter, The accident which brought me to her eye,
Applied to cautels, all strange forms receives, Upon the moment did her force subdue,
of burning blushes, or of weeping water, And now she would the caged cloister fly :
Or swooning paleness ; and he takes and leaves, Religious love put out religion's eye:
In either's aptness, as it best deceives, Not to be tempted, would she be immur'd,
To blush at speeches rank, to weep at woes, Aud now, to tempt all, liberty procur’d.
Or to turn white and swoon at tragic shows; “ How mighty then you are, O hear me tell!
“ That not a heart which in his level came The broken bosoms that to me belong
Could scape the hail of his all-hurting aim, Have emptied all their fountains in my well,
Showing fair ture is both kind and tame; And mine I pour your ocean all among :
And veil'd in them, did win whom he would maim: I strong o'er them, and you o'er me being strong,
Against the thing he sought he would exclaim; Must for your victory us all congest,
When he most burn'd in heart-wish'd luxury, As compound love to physic your cold breast.
He preach'd pure maid, and prais'd cold chastity.
“ Thus merely with the garment of a Grace My parts had power to charm a sacred sun,
The naked and concealed fiend he cover'd,
That the unexperienc'd gave the tempter place,
Which, like a cherubin, above them hover'd. O most potential love! vow, bond, nor space,
Who, young and simple, would not be so lover'd ? In thee hath neither sting, knot, nor confine,
Ah me! I fell; and yet do question make
What I should do again for such a sake. For thou art all, and all things else are thine.
“O, that infected moisture of his eye, “ When thou impressest, what are precepts worth O, that false fire which in his cheek so glow d, Of stale example? When thou wilt inflame,
O, that forc'd thunder from his heart did fly, How coldly those impedirents stand forth
O, that sad breath his spongy lungs bestow'd,
0, all that borrow'] motion, seeming ow'd, u & Suit. “ The noble suit in court” is, we think, the suit Would yet again betray the fore-betray'd, made to her in conrt.
b Havings. Malone receives this as acconplishments—Mr. Dyce Aud new pervert a recouciled maid !" as furtune.
i • Blussoms--young men ; the flower of the nobilitv.
b Civil-decorous. & Of richest coat--of highest descent.
* Cautels--deceitful purposes.
d Ow'dowaed; his own
THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM.
| Hot was the day; she hotter that did look Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye,
For his approach, that often tbere had been. 'Gainst whom the world could not bold argument,
Anon be comes, and throws his mantle by,
And stood stark naked on the brook's green britu; Persuade my heart to this false perjury ?
The sun look'd on the world with glorious eye Vows for thee broke deserve not punishment. A woman I forswore; but I will prove,
Yet not so wistly as this queen on him:
He, spying her, bounců in, whereas he stood; Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee :
O Jove, quoth she, why was not I a flood !
Mild as a dove. but neither true nor trusty;
Brighter than glass, and yet, as glass is, brittle ; If by me broke, what fool is not so wise
Softer than wax, and yet, as iron, rusty : To lose an oath, to win a paradise ? "
A lily rale, with damask die to grace her,
None fairer, nor none falser to deface her.
Her lips to mine how often hath she join'd, Sweet Cytherea, sitting by a brook,
Between each kiss her oaths of true love swearing! With young Adonis, lovely, fresh, and green,
How many tales to please me bath she coin'd, Did court the lad with many a lovely look,
Dreading my love, the loss thereof still fearing! Such looks as none conld look but beauty's queen. Yet in the midst of all her pure protestings, She told him stories to delight his ear ;
Her faith, her oaths, her tears, and all were jesting, She show'd him favours to allure his eye; To win his heart, she touch'd him here and there : She burn'd with love, as straw with fire flameth, Touches so soft still conquer chastity.
She burn'd out love, as soon as straw out bumeth; But whether unripe years did want conceit,
She fram'd the love, and yet she foild the framing, Or he refus'd to take her figurd profler,
She hade love last, and yet she fell a turning. The tender nibbler would not touch the bait,
Was this a lover, or a lecher whether ! But smile and jest at every gentle ofler :
Bad in the best, though excellent in neither. Then fell she on her back, fair queen, and toward ; He rose and ran away; ah, fool too froward !
If music and sweet poetry agree,
As they must needs, the sister and the brother, If love make me forsworn, how shall I swear to love? Then must the love be great 'twixt thee and me, O never faith could hold, if not to beauty vow'd : Because thou lov'st the one, and I the other. Though to myself forsworn, to thee I'll constant prove; Dowland to thee is dear, whose heavenly touch Those thoughts, to me like oaks, to thee like osiers Upon the lute doth ravish human sense; bow'd.
Spenser to me, whose deep conceit is such, Study his bias leaves, and makes his book thine eyes, As, passing all conceit, needs no defence. Where all those pleasures live that art can comprehend. Thou lov'st to hear the sweet melodious sound If knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall suffice; That Phæbus' lute, the queen of music, makes; Well learned is that tongue that well can thee com- And I in deep delight am chiefly drown'd, mend;
Whenas himself to singing he betakes. All ignorant that soul that sees thee without wonder ; One god is god of both, as poets feign; Which is to me some praise, that I thy parts admire : One knight loves both, and both in thee remain. Thine eye Jove's lightning seems, thy voice his dreadful
thunder, Which (not to anger bent) is music and sweet fire, Celestial as thou art, O do not love that wrong,
Fair was the morn, when the fair queen of love, To sing the heavens' praise with such an earthly Paler for sorrow than her milk-white dove, tongue.b
For Adon's sake, a youngster proud and wild ;
Her stand she takes upon a steep-up hill: Scarce had the sin dried up the dewy mom,
Anon Adonis comes with horn and bounds; And scarce the herd gone to the hedge for shade,
She, silly queen, with more than love's good will, When Cytherea, all in love forlorn,
Forbade the boy he should not pass those grounds: A longing tarriance for Adonis made,
Once, quoth she, did I see a fair sweet youth Under an osier growing by a brook,
Here in these brakes deep-wounded with a boar. A brook where Adon used to cool his spleen,
Deep in the thigh, a spectacle of ruth!
See in my thigh, quoth she, here was the sore . * The foregoing Sonnet appears, with some variations, in She showed bers; he saw more wounds than one • Love's Labour's Lost,' the first edition of which was printed
And blushing fled, and left her all alone in 1598.
b This Sonnet also occurs in ‘Love's Labour's Lost,' in which copy there are variations in several lines.
! The second line is lost.